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
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Cover Girl
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Josh Gracin |