| I used to think that I was into brown eyes girls
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| Then you came and switched it to blue
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| Been around the block ain’t going back again
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| Those bitches ain’t got nothing on you
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| There’s no reason to keep looking
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| Got just what I wanted
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| Taylor made you fit just for myself
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| And girl, your lips are made for kissing
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| Sex is so addictive, just the way I like it
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| Perfect package, perfect timing
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| Because…
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| All my life I’ve searched for love
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| Look what God created, the ecstasy I needed
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| All my life I’ve searched for love
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| Under the palm trees we got faded
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| There you were my baby
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| Acid drips and orange juice let’s melt away
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| I still hate Vegas, but I’ve got you
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| Trouble in this thing that we go call Paradise
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| But in my condo we got plenty of room
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| There’s no reason to keep looking
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| Got just what I wanted
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| Taylor made you fit just for myself
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| And girl, your lips are made for kissing
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| Sex is so addictive, just the way I like it
|
| Perfect package, perfect timing
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| Because…
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| All my life I’ve searched for love
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| Look what God created, the ecstasy I needed
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| All my life I’ve searched for love
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| Under the palm trees we got faded
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| There you were my baby
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| Ooh oh oh ooh
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| Yea yeah
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| Yea yeah
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| Ooh oh oh ooh
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| Yea yeah
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| Yea yeah
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| Because…
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| All my life I’ve searched for love
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| Look what God created, the ecstasy I needed
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| All my life I’ve searched for love
|
| Under the palm trees we got faded
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| There you were my baby
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| Because…
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| All my life I’ve searched for love
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| Look what God created, the ecstasy I needed
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| All my life I’ve searched for love
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| Under the palm trees we got faded
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| There you were my baby
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| Looks like we made it
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| Could you be the one?! |
| (Be-be the one)
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| There you were my baby
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| Looks like we made it
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| Could you be the one?! |