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In The Party In De Usa 
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de Miley Cyrus
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I hopped off the plane at LAX
With a and my cardigan.
to the of fame, excess.
Am I fit in?
Jumped in the cab,
Here I am for the first time.
Look to the right and I see the Hollywood sign.
This is all so crazy.
Everybody seems so famous.
My tummy is turning
And I'm kinda homesick.
Too much pressure and I'm nervous.
That's when the man turned on the radio,
And a Jay-Z song was on,
And a Jay-Z song was on,
And a Jay-Z song was on.
[Chorus:]
So I put my hands up.
They’re playing my song,
And the butterflies fly away.
Nodding my head "yeah!",
Moving my hips like "yeah!".
I got my hands up,
playing my song,
I know I'm gonna be OK.
Yeah, it's a party in the USA.
Yeah, it's a party in the USA.
Get to the club in my taxi cab.
Everybody's looking at me now,
Like “Who's that chick that's kicks?
She's gotta be from out of town”.
So hard with my not around me,
It's definitely not a Nashville party.
'Cause all I see are stilettos,
I guess I never got the memo.
My tummy is turning
And I'm kinda homesick.
Too pressure and I'm nervous.
That's when the DJ my tune.
And a song was on,
And a song was on,
And a song was on.
Feel hopping on a flight
Back to my hometown tonight.
Something stops me every time.
The DJ plays my song and I feel alright.
With a and my cardigan.
to the of fame, excess.
Am I fit in?
Jumped in the cab,
Here I am for the first time.
Look to the right and I see the Hollywood sign.
This is all so crazy.
Everybody seems so famous.
My tummy is turning
And I'm kinda homesick.
Too much pressure and I'm nervous.
That's when the man turned on the radio,
And a Jay-Z song was on,
And a Jay-Z song was on,
And a Jay-Z song was on.
[Chorus:]
So I put my hands up.
They’re playing my song,
And the butterflies fly away.
Nodding my head "yeah!",
Moving my hips like "yeah!".
I got my hands up,
playing my song,
I know I'm gonna be OK.
Yeah, it's a party in the USA.
Yeah, it's a party in the USA.
Get to the club in my taxi cab.
Everybody's looking at me now,
Like “Who's that chick that's kicks?
She's gotta be from out of town”.
So hard with my not around me,
It's definitely not a Nashville party.
'Cause all I see are stilettos,
I guess I never got the memo.
My tummy is turning
And I'm kinda homesick.
Too pressure and I'm nervous.
That's when the DJ my tune.
And a song was on,
And a song was on,
And a song was on.
Feel hopping on a flight
Back to my hometown tonight.
Something stops me every time.
The DJ plays my song and I feel alright.
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