Spin Doctors - Miss America Lyrics
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Miss America
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What Are The Lyrics For Miss America By Spin Doctors?
Here she comes
Words cannot describe what just befilled my eyes I never saw a vision so beautified I almost turned away to take the bad bouquet And to a country raised her fingertips and tear filled eyes She walked across the floor, the crowd called out for more Flash boots froze their expressions in the limousine Though I've been 'lone, I know I can subsist Eh, it give me comfort just to realize that she exists Oh, Miss America, look on me I'm not the most handsome one you'll ever see Oh Miss America, I love you Though we may never meet my name's America My name's America too, my name's America too She be putting lullabies on your lips Oh, you saw enough to launch a thousand ships You kicked her off to put your hands upon your hips Let lonely take her to the places where the honey drips, yeah Oh, Miss America, look on me I'm not the most handsome one you'll ever see Oh Miss America, I love you Though we may never meet my name's America My name's America too, my name's America too Here she comes, Miss America Here she comes, Miss America Here she comes, Miss America Here she comes, here she comes Oh, Miss America, look on me I'm not the most handsome one you'll ever see Oh Miss America, I love you Though we may never meet my name's America My name's America too, my name's America too Here she comes, Miss America Here she comes, Miss America Here she comes, Miss America Here she comes |
Who Wrote Miss America By Spin Doctors?
Comess, Gross, Krizan
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