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Eighty dollars round trip, anywhere you fly Well, that sounds like a winner, but before I book the flight Hey, talk me out of Tampa Well, tell me 'bout New Orleans, just when is that Mardi Gras? Well, then how about Chicago? Is it cold there now or not? Talk me out of Tampa I mean surely there's a hurricane due to hit there any day Won't that close the beaches and the airport? Or maybe it's still way too hot or did I hear Somewhere you stopped flyin' into that part of the country? You can think of somethin' can't ya? Just talk me out of Tampa Between that first ride at Busch Gardens And room eight, Bayside Motel There's no way around the memories Don't let me do this to myself Talk me out of Tampa I'd just wind up at her front door She's still living there, I bet Oh, but what if she's not there alone There goes what pride that I've got left Talk me out of Tampa, please Letras de cancionesI mean surely there's a hurricane due to hit there any day Won't that close the beaches and the airport? Or maybe it's still way too hot or did I hear Somewhere you stopped flyin' into that part of the country? You can think of somethin' can't ya? Just talk me out of Tampa Put me somewhere, nowhere even close To where I feel when my heart broke Exactly six months ago this weekend I just need to get away Without your help, ma'am, I'm afraid It wouldn't be a getaway at all You can make up somethin' can't ya? Just talk me out of Tampa Eight dollars round trip, anywhere you fly From Letras Mania