| I do my hair, I paint my nails
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| It pours outside, it never fails
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| So the makeup runs down my pretty face
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| I'm a muddy mess, a MAC disgrace
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| But when I leave this room tonight
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| I'm gonna look and feel alright
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| 'Cause my mama says the world's an oyster
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| And I'm the pearl
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| I'm a genuine American girl
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| A bonafide beauty in an ugly world
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| My vision of pure femininity
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| Yeah, I'm a genuine American girl
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| From my ruby red lips to my bleached blonde curls
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| I'm everything I hoped to be
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| I look in the mirror and what do I see?
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| That a modest little girl is looking back at me
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| The boys all whistle when I walk by
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| So I toss my hair and wink my eye
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| And when I hit the floor tonight
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| I'm gonna look and feel alright
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| 'Cause my mama says the world's an oyster
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| And I'm the pearl
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| I'm a genuine American girl
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| I'm a rock and roll queen in a hip-hop world
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| My vision of pure femininity
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| Yeah, I'm a genuine American girl
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| From my ruby red lips to my bleached blonde curls
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| I'm everything I hoped to be
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| You think it's vanity
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| Or some insanity
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| But this is no-man's-land
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| And I live here everyday
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| So come and dance with me
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| Come take a chance with me
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| I'm only thirty out of fifty shades of grey
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| What do you say?
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| "Hey there, big boy
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| Why don't you come up and see me sometime?"
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| And when we hit the floor tonight
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| We're gonna look and feel alright
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| 'Cause my mama says the world's an oyster
|
| And I'm the pearl
|
| I'm a genuine American girl
|
| A bonafide beauty in an ugly world
|
| My vision of pure femininity
|
| Yeah, I'm a genuine American girl
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| From my ruby red lips to my bleached blonde curls
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| I'm every He-Man's fantasy
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| A feminine fatality
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| You gotta know that I am
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| Everything I want to be, oh yeah
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| I'm everything I wanna be
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| Uh-huh, oh yeah |