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She's the queen of Valencia du tu du, high pulp and oranges. She's the girl that was meant for your, du tu du and she's so gorgeous. |
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Catching rays in the lovely floor the sun, huu-aah-ooh, passing days in an orchard made for fun, hooh-aah-uuh. She was with you as a child and will follow you to your grave, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. |
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She's the light in the morning, tu du tu twelve fluid ounces. Brings a smile without warning, tu du tu, from town to town she's sittin' out in a local grocery store. Huu-aah-uuh. Take her home, open up the freezer door, huuh-aah-uu. She was with you as a child and will follow you to your grave, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. |
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Huuu-aaa-huuah-huuu-ah-huuh-ah-huuua-huu-aaa. |
