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    Guess it's written on my face
    God, I get so sick of this place
    I gotta get up, get out, and get a life
    The days run, long, the nights too short
    Not much time for me no more
    And I'm well over due
    So now I'm going to

    Let my hair down and bleach it blonde
    Turn the ringer off and the engine on
    'Cause I can't wait to get to the good times
    Yeah just one stop at the ATM
    Grab a hundred bucks and a real good friend
    Pack it up, and take a load off my mind
    'Cause I can't wait to get to the good times

    Me and my baby get along
    Got a lot of love, got it goin' on
    I wouldn't let go no for anything
    Somethin' bout how the highway feels
    When you drive along on your freedom wheels
    You know any destination will kill the frustration

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    Let my hair down and bleach it blonde
    Turn the ringer off and the engine on
    'Cause I can't wait to get to the good times
    Yeah just one stop at the ATM
    Grab a hundred bucks and a real good friend
    Pack it up, and take a load off my mind
    'Cause I can't wait to get to the good times

    Just for the weekend
    Let's jump off the deep end
    I'm goin' to

    Let my hair down and bleach it blonde
    Turn the ringer off and the engine on
    'Cause I can't wait to get to the good times
    Yeah just one stop at the ATM
    Grab a hundred bucks and a real good friend
    Pack it up, and take a load off my mind
    'Cause I can't wait to get to the good times

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    Composition: Annie Roboff, Bekka Bramlett, and Jessica Andrews

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