comes then she's gonna beg for more I'm talking 'bout, blonde hair, blue jeans I'm talking 'bout, I'm talking 'bout Blonde hair, blue jeans
comes then she's gonna beg for more, I'm talking 'bout, blonde hair, blue jeans, I'm talking 'bout, I'm talking 'bout, Blonde hair, blue jeans.
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morning comes then she's gonna beg for more, I'm talking 'bout, blonde hair, blue jeans, I'm talking 'bout, I'm talking 'bout, Blonde hair, blue jeans
Dark hair nice smile dark eyes drive me wild Blonde hair light eyes always get me hipnotized Black T blue jeans feel the tension in between i know
who taught me how to lie Said I could always use you as my alibi And you kept me from knowledge, wisdom, and the most high Had me believe God had blonde hair and blue
poms, bikinis and your panties off Rub on the lotion, baby oil, nice and soft Come here, baby, I'ma break U off Don't get me wrong now, I like 'em blond with long hair
come from New Orleans, ya, ya You come from New Orleans, baby You come from New Orleans Yeah, you with you boots and jeans, ya, ya You with your boots and jeans, baby You with your boots and jeans
class when we get away baby always smellin good honey always yellin hood blue Coupe deuce time threes now it's really good shoes beat deuce threes now it's really hood blue jeans
things you always do The thing that hurts the most Is that I can't have you The finger tips, the long blonde hair, the tight blue jeans you always wear
Bleach blond hair and no tan lines At least that's what I dream at night Star dust eyes that shine, Pacific blue From her toes to her, hello, she's been
of control And I don't mind waiting For what you call a bit of alright I'm out of control I like blonde hair and sailor's tops Fish tights and prison
Amanda was a small town blonde haired beauty She had Heaven in her eyes and could light up a room When she walked into view, she was the prettiest