Walking down the street hand in mine
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it don't keep them other guys and their wondering eyes from looking at you
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that's alright and that's ok, who can blame 'em anyway
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you're so pretty and you ain't even got a clue what you do
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cuz everywhere we go girl you're the star of the show
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and everybody's wondering and wanting to know, whats your name?
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who's that girl with the prettiest smile in the world?
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oh what gets me the most is you don't even know
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that you are, you are, you are the star of the show
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Friday night on the town, we walk in and you draw a crowd
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even the band seems to sing for you
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ease on up, order a drink, barkeep says its all on me
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you look at me and laugh like you don't know what to do
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baby you're so cute
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cuz everywhere we go girl you're the star of the show
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and everybody's wondering and wanting to know, whats your name?
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who's that girl with the prettiest smile in the world?
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oh what gets me the most is you don't even know
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that you are, you are, you are the star of the show, yeah
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you are the star of the show..
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Even in a ponytail and a pair over jeans you look like a cover
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of a magazine, baby you're the only one who doesn't see
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that everywhere we go you're the star of the show
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and everyone's wondering and wanting to know, whats your name?
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who's that girl with the luckiest guy in the world?
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oh what gets me the most is you don't even know
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that you are, you are, you are, you are, you are, you are, baby you are, you are, you are, you are, the star of the show..
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baby you're the star of the show...
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Star Of The Show
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Thomas Rhett |