| He’s got me feeling like 100 on the Fahrenheit
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| But it’s only 65 outside tonight
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| Strutting downtown, baby got them baby blues
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| And I got him so nobody got it better than I do
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| All eyes on him when he rolls through
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| Anybody can look, but they can’t touch, mhm
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| Dance floor 'bout to get all tore up, oh
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| Got me on his arm like a tattoo
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| Takin' me to heaven in them black boots
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| I couldn’t stop staring if I had to
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| Spinning me, dipping me, kissing me, killing me, giving me chills
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| My baby wearing Luchesses, working that pearl snap shirt
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| Gimme a heart attack in that snap back
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| Go on, put me in the dirt
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| He looks so good, it hurts
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| (So good, so good, so good)
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| He’s got that James Dean thing, but redefined
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| Ain’t nobody like him from here to any county line
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| Got a little GQ in his down home roots
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| But his «hey y’all» still sounds smooth
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| Got my name rollin off of his lips, mhm
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| And I’m irreversibly his, oh
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| Got me on his arm like a tattoo
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| Takin' me to heaven in them black boots
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| I couldn’t stop staring if I had to
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| Spinning me, dipping me, kissing me, killing me, giving me chills
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| My baby wearing Luchesses, working that pearl snap shirt
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| Giving me a heart attack in that snap back
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| Go on, put me in the dirt
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| He looks so good, it hurts
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| (So good, so good, so good)
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| (So good, so good, so good)
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| Everybody in here got their eyes glued on him too
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| But he’s looking at me like I’m the only girl in the room
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| Looking at me like I’m the only girl in the room
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| Got me on his arm like a tattoo
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| Takin' me to heaven in them black boots
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| I couldn’t stop staring if I had to
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| Spinning me, dipping me, kissing me, killing me, giving me chills
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| My baby wearing Luchesses, working that pearl snap shirt
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| Giving me a heart attack in that snap back
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| Go on, put me in the dirt
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| He looks so good, it hurts
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| (So good, so good, so good)
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| (So good, so good, so good) |