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Hanna Montana

Hanna Montana

He Could Be The One

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Whoo !

Smooth-talking
So rockin’
He’s got everything that a girl’s wantin’
Guitar cutie
He plays it groovy
And I can’t keep myself from doing something stupid

Think I’m really falling for his smile
Get butterflies when he says my name

Whoo !

He’s got something special
He’s got something special
And when he’s looking at me
I wanna get all sentimental
He’s got something special
He’s got something special
I can hardly breathe, something’s been telling me,
telling me maybe he could be the one
He could be the one
He could be the one
He could be the one
He could be the one
He could be the one

He’s lightning
Sparks are flyin’
Everywhere I go he’s always on my mind and
I’m goin’ crazy
About him lately
And I can’t help myself from how my heart is racing

Think I’m really digging on his vibe
He really blows me away

Whoo !

He’s got something special
He’s got something special
And when he’s looking at me
I wanna get all sentimental
He’s got something special
He’s got something special
I can hardly breathe, something’s been telling me
telling me maybe he could be the one
He could be the one
He could be the one
He could be the one
He could be the one
He could be the one

And he’s got a way of making me feel
Like everything I do is
Perfectly fine
The stars are aligned when I’m with him
And I’m so into him…

He’s got something special (something!)
He’s got something special
And when he’s looking at me,
I wanna get all sentimental (Whoo !)
He’s got something special (something)
He’s got something special
I can hardly breathe, something’s been telling me,
telling me maybe he could be the one
He could be the one
He could be the one (be the one)
He could be the one
He could be the one (something)
He could be the one
Be the one...

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