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SAMANTHA Sep 2012
Around the world swinging my hips, A hula hoop queen
Wrapped up in our nation’s flag I’ll be your American dream
Microphone miss superstar, shake the feathers in my hair
Honey you’re my favorite audience, you know I love it when you stare
Late night rooftop philosopher, tell you everything on my mind
Lover archeologist, boy you’re the best thing I’ll ever find
Little baby human canvas tattooed up my wrist
Turn into a woman fast when you grab me for a kiss
Vroom Vroom Racecar driver when I follow you up north
Lit up your sky fire works on our first July fourth
Princess of the gas station, buy me cherry gum
Lighting up my cigarette, won’t forget to spark you one
You lived a world of black and white, and that is not a lot so
I’ll bring in my vibrant reds, you got yourself Picasso
I know I scare you at most times, but never should you quiver
For my king at his request, the queen is sure to deliver
Apache chief rain dance girl, my tribe calls me brave heart
But I’m not always so courageous; I’m just trying to be smart
I’m thinking with my heart so fast the pumping blood’s still blue
But it beats, and I do all these things, I do them all for you.
SAMANTHA Sep 2012
Passenger seat, go on take me away
Racing a Porsche on the highway
Open the windows let the wild wind blow
Sends my dress flying, I'm Marilyn Monroe
SAMANTHA Sep 2012
My love for him words can't express
I take a nap in my party dress
I give to him my life to share
and curl in my fingers in his wild hair
He has become everything
every word to the song I sing.
Play it all day on repeat
ever since he swept me off my feet
My eyes are tired but I can't sleep
I want every moment I can keep
Don't know if I'm exhausted or he makes me weak
So if I had the words, I still couldn't speak.

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