You're like living on a country road

If Sunday morning had its own zip code

You're so sweet, to treat me good

She's the top down on a muscle car

A pool cue swinging in a red neck bar

You're my hometown, but she's my Hollywood

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You're the sunrise on a perfect day

A picnic blanket in the month of May

The girl next door from the neighborhood

She's the zipper on a miniskirt

The kind of trouble that will get you hurt

You're my hometown, but she's my Hollywood

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You're an angel singing in the choir

She's like sparks from a fallen wire

Baby, you got style, you got class

She's like sand in an hourglass

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You're the school girl in a checkered dress

Her stilettos gonna leave a mess

You're my hometown, but she's my Hollywood

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You're a book and nothing but the truth

She's like pictures from a photo both

Baby, you got charm, you got grace

She's the poker in a fireplace

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You're the kind of love that's built to last

She's the bottom of a champagne glass

You're my hometown, but she's my Hollywood

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