She's a midwestern girl
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Her heart is paper mache
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With a tornado ripping through
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'Cause she is ready for change
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California was fine
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And she can soak up the sun
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But she's returning to her roots
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Where she will always belong
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I-O-W-A, now
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I-O-W-A, now
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She's a midwestern girl
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She's finally back in her state
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I'm just a ghost out in the field
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Virginia's so far away
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She has the mane of a lion
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Husky eyes that are framed
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And cheekbones sculpted on the winds of I-O-W-A
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Tell her when she's not around
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Tell her as you're leaving town
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Tell her when she's not around
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Tell her everything now
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But what are you supposed to say
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To a midwestern girl as you are driving away
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Well if you see your soulmate standing out in a field
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Keep your eyes on the road and your hands on the wheel
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Down at the Val Air Ballroom
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Out in western Des Moines
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She's dancing out on the dance floor
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And I feel high
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Now the mirror ball spinning
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It's a hundred degrees
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It's always safer when it's crowded
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But there are no guarantees
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Tell her when she's not around
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Tell her everything is fine
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Tell her when she's not around
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Before her roots take over
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But I don't know what you're supposed to say
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To a midwestern girl a thousand miles away
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Well if you see your soulmate standing out in a field
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Keep your eyes on the road and your hands on the wheel
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I'm just a ghost in a field
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And she's a tundra queen
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A midwestern girl beside an old evergreen
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If you see your soulmate standing out in a field
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Keep your eyes on the road and your hands on the wheel
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She's a midwestern girl
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I got in late in the game
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But I am driving in my mind to I-O-W-A
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I-O-W-A, now (with crowd looping)
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Midwestern Girl
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| Carbon Leaf |
