| 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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| Heaven don’t have a name
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| Oh, oh, oh (halo, halo, halo)
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| (Heaven don’t have a name)
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| Oh, oh, oh (halo, halo, halo)
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| (Heaven don’t have a name)
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| I hear they call her danger
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| She’s 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
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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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| Heaven don’t have a name
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| Oh, oh, oh (halo, halo, halo)
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| (Heaven don’t have a name)
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| Oh, oh, oh (halo, halo, halo)
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| (Heaven don’t have a name)
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| Oh, oh, oh (halo, halo, halo)
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| (Heaven don’t have a name)
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| Oh, oh, oh (halo, halo, halo)
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| (Heaven don’t have a name)
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| Call her what you want 'cause she’s no liar (no)
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| No, you can pray for love
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| She’ll give you fire
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| Keep it old school, throws 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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| Heaven don’t have a name (halo, halo)
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| 'Cause heaven don’t have a name (oh, oh, oh, halo, halo)
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| 'Cause heaven don’t have a name (oh, oh, oh, halo, halo)
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| Heaven don’t have a name
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| Oh, oh, oh (halo, halo, halo)
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| Heaven don’t have a name |