| She’s a midwestern girl
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| Her heart is paper mache
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| With a tornado ripping through
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| 'Cause she is ready for change
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| California was fine
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| And she can soak up the sun
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| But she’s returning to her roots
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| Where she will always belong
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| I-O-W-A, now
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| I-O-W-A, now
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| She’s a midwestern girl
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| She’s finally back in her state
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| I’m just a ghost out in the field
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| Virginia’s so far away
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| She has the mane of a lion
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| Husky eyes that are framed
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| And cheekbones sculpted on the winds of I-O-W-A
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| Tell her when she’s not around
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| Tell her as you’re leaving town
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| Tell her when she’s not around
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| Tell her everything now
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| But what are you supposed to say
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| To a midwestern girl as you are driving away
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| Well if you see your soulmate standing out in a field
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| Keep your eyes on the road and your hands on the wheel
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| Down at the Val Air Ballroom
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| Out in western Des Moines
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| She’s dancing out on the dance floor
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| And I feel high
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| Now the mirror ball spinning
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| It’s a hundred degrees
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| It’s always safer when it’s crowded
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| But there are no guarantees
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| Tell her when she’s not around
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| Tell her everything is fine
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| Tell her when she’s not around
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| Before her roots take over
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| But I don’t know what you’re supposed to say
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| To a midwestern girl a thousand miles away
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| Well if you see your soulmate standing out in a field
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| Keep your eyes on the road and your hands on the wheel
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| I’m just a ghost in a field
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| And she’s a tundra queen
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| A midwestern girl beside an old evergreen
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| If you see your soulmate standing out in a field
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| Keep your eyes on the road and your hands on the wheel
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| She’s a midwestern girl
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| I got in late in the game
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| But I am driving in my mind to I-O-W-A
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| I-O-W-A, now |