| How did I get here? |
| How did I get you?
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| How did a boy from nowhere
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| Catch them ocean view eyes, so blue
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| Damn girl, lay 'em on me again
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| Way outta my league, sometimes I laugh
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| You’re wearing that champagne dress, girl
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| It’s hard not to brag, well I don’t mind
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| Spin it round for me one more time
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| I might like cheap beer and real bad jokes
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| Trucks that don’t start and Quick Stop Smokes
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| But I got good taste in women
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| Yeah, I sleep like a baby in a motel six
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| I like dive bar bands that can’t sing a lick
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| But I got good taste in women
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| Looking at you just looking at me
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| Got everybody thinking I’m high class living
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| I got good taste in women, yeah
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| Oh, baby I love what that says about you
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| Maybe rough around the edges is just what you’re into
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| Damn, girl, that brings a smile to face
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| 'Cause at the end of the day
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| I might like cheap beer and real bad jokes
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| Trucks that don’t start and Quick Stop Smokes
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| But I got good taste in women
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| Yeah, I sleep like a baby in a motel six
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| I like dive bar bands that can’t sing a lick
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| But I got good taste in women
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| Looking at you just looking at me
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| Got everybody thinking I’m high class living
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| I got good taste in women, yeah
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| Take a little Hi Life and Dom Pérignon
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| Pour 'em both together, make something strong
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| And it’s you and me, girl
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| A little pawn shop rock and a string of pearls
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| You be Marilyn, baby, I’ll be Mearle
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| It’s you and me, girl
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| It’s you and me, girl
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| I might like cheap beer and real bad jokes
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| Trucks that don’t start and Quick Stop Smokes
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| But I got good taste in women
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| Yeah, I sleep like a baby in a motel six
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| I like dive bar bands that can’t sing a lick
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| But I got good taste in women
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| Looking at you just looking at me
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| Got everybody thinking I’m high class living
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| I got good taste in women
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| I got good taste in women, yeah |