| Oh, I was kicked back in a rented cabana
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| Easin' my mind with some old Carlos Santana
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| Nibblin' on banana moon pie
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| When I swore I saw an angel from Heaven floatin' by
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| Then I thought: «No, no way: she must be from around here.»
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| She got one of those tans you just know she wears all year
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| Swayin', sashayin', flip-floppin' along
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| Like wherever she may be is right where she belongs
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| An' I thought: «Oooh, I love the local girls.»
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| «Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| «I love the local girls
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| «Lo, lo, local; |
| lo, lo, local; |
| lo, lo, local girls.»
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| I said: «Madam, if you have nowhere to go
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| «Can I interest you in an ice-cold Pacifico?»
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| An' she said: «As luck would have it
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| «I got nothin' but time,»
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| She reached in her back-pack
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| Said: «Down here you’ll find
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| «That a lady don’t leave home
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| «Without a couple of limes.»
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| An' I said: «Oooh, I love the local girls.»
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| «Oh, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
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| «I love the local girls
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| «Lo, lo, local; |
| lo, lo, local; |
| lo, lo, local girls.»
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| Later on she took me to this bar built out of cinder blocks
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| One of those joints with a notice to shell park in line
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| While we were dancin', she whispered: «I like you a lot.»
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| An' I said: «My, my, my, go on: say that one more time.»
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| Five years later, here I am intermittent
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| With a couple a-toaheads as that big ol' orange sun is settin'
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| I can’t believe how good it’s stuill gettin'
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| As I watch my daughters splashin' in the water
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| An' I thought: «Oooh, I love the local girls.»
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| «Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| «I love the local girls
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| (Here she come, now.)
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| «Lo, lo, local; |
| (Hey.)
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| «Lo, lo, local; |
| (Here she come, now.)
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| «Lo, lo, local girls
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| «Lo, lo, local; |
| (Ooh.)
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| «Lo, lo, local; |
| (Whoo.)
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| I love the local girls
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| «Lo, lo, local; |
| lo, lo, local;
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| I love the local girls
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| I love the local girls
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| I love the local girls… |