| She’s got photos that will make you believe
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| Oh, she tastes like lipstick and Tanqueray
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| All I remember, she grew up in Atlanta
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| But she moved to the Bay
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| An uptown beauty you could never escape
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| Heaven don’t have a name
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| She keeps it old school, feels like rock-n-roll
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| But got that new groove, so unpredictable
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| I gotta tell you, I’ll never be the same
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| Oh Lord, she keeps it old school, throw on Billie Jean
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| 'Cause she ain’t no fool, she can be my beauty queen
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| I gotta tell you, I’ll never be the same
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| 'Cause heaven don’t have a name
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| Heaven don’t have a name
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| Out here they call her dangerous
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| Lookin' for a cheap shot
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| She’ll always be a stranger
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| Dancin' to the jukebox
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| All I remember, she grew up in Atlanta
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| But she moved to the Bay
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| An uptown beauty you could never escape (never escape)
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| Heaven don’t have a name
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| She keeps it old school, feels like rock-n-roll
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| But got that new groove, so unpredictable
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| I gotta tell you, I’ll never be the same
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| Oh Lord, she keeps it old school, throw on Billie Jean
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| 'Cause she ain’t no fool, she can be my beauty queen
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| I gotta tell you, I’ll never be the same
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| 'Cause heaven don’t have a name
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| Heaven don’t have a name
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| Heaven don’t have a name
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| Feels like rock-n-roll
|
| But got that new groove, so unpredictable
|
| I gotta tell you, I’ll never be the same
|
| Oh Lord, she keeps it old school, throw on Billie Jean
|
| 'Cause she ain’t no fool, she can be my beauty queen
|
| I gotta tell you, I’ll never be the same
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| Heaven don’t have a name
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| (Heaven don’t have a name)
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| (Heaven don’t have a name)
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| Heaven don’t have a name
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| (Heaven don’t have a name)
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| (Heaven don’t have a name) |