Indiana

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Half a Havaiana
 Girl, you got the glamour
 Come to my cabana
 You can call me Indiana
 And we can slip into pajama
 Do the samba
 (I hate snakes)
 Oh but you have to
 Grab the camera
 The black mamba
 I pitch a tent like a camper
 Pamper me
 You make me tight in the tanga
 Can't believe
 You spin the wheel like a hamster
 And I want
 To be take-home, if you say so
 Lovesick living for ya
 But I'm up
 On my worst day, like an earthquake
 Kicking California
 Everything we did could've wrote a story, brah
 Bent over my bed like the shape of Florida
 Euphoria, victorious
 I'm sort of an explorer but I'd like to see more of us
 Hand on the needle
 Record plays The Beatles
 Dance so deceitful
 Yeah, I'd watch that sequel
 Your old pipo
 He can't keep up
 It belongs in a museum
 And I want
 To be take-home, if you say so
 Lovesick living for ya
 But I'm up
 On my worst day, like an earthquake
 Kicking California
 ♪
 And if I catch my breath on the west coast
 You say go protect what you love most
 Gonna paint my life with a fresh coat
 Yeah yeah yeah
 Gonna catch your death in those wet clothes
 Hop a fence and I'm saying let's go
 Go and tie me up to the bedpost
 And I want
 To be take-home, if you say so
 Lovesick living for ya
 But I'm up
 On my worst day, like an earthquake
 Kicking California
 ♪
 You got the glamour
 Girl, you got the glamour
 You got that glamour
 Girl, you got the glamour
 

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Duration
03:18
Tempo
80 BPM

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