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Sweet Carolina

Ah, sweet sweet Carolina

The one who gives me high blood pressure
The one who makes me work to be a millionaire
Your dimples, they can make me Nairobi Governor.

Ah, sweet sweet Carolina
The one who made me meet Jesus
The one who grazed me with mango lips
Your smile, sweet as toothpaste
If only you had a twin, my life would be complete.

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