| There is no way I’m looking
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| For a boyfirend
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| There is no way I’m looking
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| For a scene
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| I need to save some dough
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| I’m a working girl you know
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| I’ll fend attention off;
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| I keep to myself
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| I love my room,
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| I’m getting used to sleeping
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| Some nights I really like
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| To lie awake
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| I hear the midnight birds
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| The message in their words!
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| The dawn will touch me in a Way a boy could never touch,
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| Their promise never meant
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| So much to me You have been warned
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| I’m born to be contrary
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| Backward at school
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| I wrote from right to left
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| Teacher never cared for me Preacher said a prayer for me
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| 'God help the girl,
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| She needs all the help she can get'
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| I sit for hours
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| Just waiting for his phone call
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| I’ll eat the chocolate
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| Hidden in the fridge
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| I’ll play his messages
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| Analyse his intonation
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| Please stop me there
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| I’m even boring myself
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| I think of him
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| When I’m doing the dishes
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| I think of him
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| While looking in the sink
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| This ain’t no play on words
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| My love for him’s absurd
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| If he gave me a sign
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| I’d think about it for a week,
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| I’d build it up And then I’d turn him down
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| You have been warned
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| I’m born to be contrary
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| Backward at school
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| I wrote from right to left
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| Teacher never cared for me Preacher said a prayer for me
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| 'God help the girl,
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| She needs all the help she can get' |