| Signed pictures of 'em all, hanging there by her bedroom shelf
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| She just wants to be like the girls on the television
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| 'Cause no one ever told her, it was okay to love herself
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Be still, beating heart
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| 'Cause this is her show
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| And you’ll never be the star
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| 'Cause she falls in love every night
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| Don’t even know your name but know it’s right
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| You’ll know her in the crowd just by her eyes
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| It’s not her fault that she wants what she wants, yeah
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| She falls in love every night
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| And she don’t even know what love is like
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| She been dancing in the dark for all her life
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| It’s not her fault that she wants what she wants, yeah
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| She sings her favorite songs, does her makeup in the bathroom
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| She dances in the mirror, lays her dresses out on the bed
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| She’ll leave her lipstick on you like a tattoo
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| So when you try to wash it off, you’ll remember that you can’t forget
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Be still, beating heart, oh
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| 'Cause this is her show
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| And you’ll never be the star
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| 'Cause she falls in love every night
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| Don’t even know your name but know it’s right
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| You’ll know her in the crowd just by her eyes
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| It’s not her fault that she wants what she wants, yeah
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| She falls in love every night
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| And she don’t even know what love is like
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| She been dancing in the dark for all her life
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| It’s not her fault that she wants what she wants, yeah
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| It’s not her fault that she wants what she wants, yeah
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| It’s not her fault that she wants what she wants |