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Put on that sundress, |
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The yellow one that's a little see-through |
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When that sunlight hits it right. |
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Now I'm just saying, |
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There's nothing like leaving just a little to my imagination. |
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Girl, all those hollywood babies ain't got nothing, |
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Got nothing on you. |
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Well girl, you may not believe me, |
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But what I say is true. |
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When I look at you, |
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I see my baby on a magazine, cover girl. Oh yeah. |
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You don't need makeup, |
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You're beautiful the way god made you. |
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He really must have took his time. |
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The best part about you is |
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How you act like you don't know it. |
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It makes me want you even more. |
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Girl, all those hollywood babies ain't got nothing, got nothing on you. |
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Well girl, you may not believe me, |
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But what I say is true. |
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When I look at you, |
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I see my baby on a magazine, |
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Cover girl. Oh yeah. |
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But don't be shy, |
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Show me what your mama gave you. |
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Girl you got it going on. |
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Girl, all those hollywood babies ain't got nothing, |
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Got nothing on you. |
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Well girl, you may not believe me, |
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But what I say is true. |
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When I look at you, |
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What I say is true, |
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When I look at you, |
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I see my baby on a magazine, |
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Cover girl. Oh yeah. |
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Whoa, whoa, no no no no.. |
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Whoa , whoa, whoa. |
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Whoa, whoa, no no no no. |
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Whoa, whoa. |
