Rodeo Drive

Would I ever give you bad advice?
Have I ever steered you wrong?
Oh, maybe I did once or twice
But now we're singin' a different song

'Cause there ain't no limit on a platinum card
My god, the damage you could do
And he can afford it, let's hit him hard
Just remember, it's all about you

With this kind of money, honey
We're gonna make his day
So start to make your way to
Rodeo drive, baby
Yeah, yo

Black dress, white dress
Stay out all night dress
Trust me, you're gonna have some fun
Red shoes, blue shoes
If you make the right moves
He'll want to see you with your buttons undone

So get what you can, honey
'Cause there ain't nothin' he won't do
Come on, they're waitin' for you on
Rodeo drive, baby

I always thought you deserved the best
Can't wait to see you in a classy dress
This is your moment, don't settle for less
You know you can't go wrong
You don't belong on the boulevard
You're so much more than you think you are
Give Beverly Hills my regards
'Cause that's where you belong
Yeah, where you belong

There ain't much that he ain't got
And girl if I was you
I'd have a blast, I'd go for broke
Hey, what else do you gotta do?
So take what you can, honey
All 'cause you're gonna want a lot
They're gonna think you're hot, hot, hot
Rodeo drive, baby
Rodeo drive, baby
Rodeo drive (rodeo drive)
Rodeo drive



Credits
Writer(s): Bryan Adams, James Douglas Vallance
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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