| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
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| He’s as cool as California
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| Homegrown like they do it in Georgia
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| With a heart as big as the Lone Star State
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| Hard to catch like a Kansas breeze
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| Strong like a Tennessee hickory
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| He’s smooth like the bourbon Kentucky makes
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, hot like the Phoenix sun ya’ll
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, I’m fallin' like a Denver snow fall
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| Whole world in my living room
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| It’s all you, babe
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| If I could paint paradise, it’d be you
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| It’s all you, babe
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| Every red pin on the map I’m holding
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| You’re everywhere I’ve been
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| And everywhere I’m goin'
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| From backwoods to the neon glowin'
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| You’re everywhere I’ve been
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| And everywhere I’m goin'
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
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| He’s my one-way outta town
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| Even sitting shotgun riding around
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| Feels like an East Coast, coast line drive
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| He’s a take my breath like a Paris sunset
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| Takes my heart where it hasn’t been yet
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| Whole world in my living room
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| It’s all you, babe
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| If I could paint paradise, it’d be you
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| It’s all you, babe
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| Every red pin on the map I’m holding
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| You’re everywhere I’ve been
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| And everywhere I’m goin'
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| From backwoods to the neon glowin'
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| You’re everywhere I’ve been
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| And everywhere I’m goin'
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| Everywhere, everywhere, everywhere I’m goin'
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, hot like the Phoenix sun ya’ll
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, I’m fallin' like a Denver snow fall
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| Whole world in my living room
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| It’s all you, babe
|
| If I could paint paradise, it’d be you
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| It’s all you, babe
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| Every red pin on the map I’m holding
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| You’re everywhere I’ve been
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| And everywhere I’m goin'
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| From backwoods to the neon glowin'
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| You’re everywhere I’ve been
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| And everywhere I’m goin'
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, everywhere I’m goin', goin'
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, everywhere I’ve been and everywhere I’m goin'
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh |