| She’s like a beautiful lady with a Mona Lisa smile, Dallas
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| And she can charm you in her own Texas style, Dallas
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| Would you believe she named her airport Love
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| Just to symbol pf what she’s got plenty of
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| She’s a city with a mind of her own, my own Dallas
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| Take a ride on her Central Expressway, breeze down the LBJ
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| Look her over good and you’ll have to say
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| She’s the best dressed city in the USA, I love my city of soul
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| From Demons Lace to the Cotton Bowl
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| From Highland Park to Harold Square
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| She swings like a blonde with a millionaire
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| And you can bet I never stay away for very long, from Dallas
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| 'Cause like baby misses mama on his first night from home, I miss Dallas
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| She’s a beautiful queen with a vast domain
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| Who’s subjects seem to thrive on everything that swings
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| I could tell you more but my plane’s about to leave for Dallas
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| I could tell you more but I got to catch that plane for Dallas
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| There’s a whole lot more but I got to catch a plane to Dallas |