| What am I supposed to do, uh oh
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| When she’s so damn cold, like twenty below?
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| That girl, that girl, she’s such a bitch
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| But I tell myself I can handle it
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| You know I don’t frequent the L.B.C
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| 'Cause I’m a bit too pale to run that scene
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| But the So Cal sun has grown on me
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| And that girl (That girl)
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| That girl (That girl)
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| Started with a bottle of cheap champagne
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| Now she’s got me hooked on it like good cocaine
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| She’s so numb, Miss Novocaine
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| That girl (That girl)
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| That girl (That girl)
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| Said, «No, kid, not tonight
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| You’re not that good, and I’m not that type»
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| She’s beautiful but she’s cold as ice
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| And that keeps me hanging on
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| So what am I supposed to do, uh, oh
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| When she’s so damn cold, like twenty below?
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| That girl, that girl, she’s such a bitch
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| I tell myself I can handle it
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| But where am I supposed to go, uh oh
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| When she throws me out and it’s twenty below?
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| That girl, that girl, she’s such a trick
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| But I can’t lie, I’m in love with it
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| That girl, oh-oh
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| That girl, oh-oh
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| That girl, oh-oh
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| That girl, that girl
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| Now she won’t buy my sex appeal
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| Just an East Coast kid with a record deal
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| I play her song, she plays the field
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| That girl (That girl)
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| That girl (That girl)
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| Left me on the street in the middle of winter
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| My frostbite heart says, «Try to forget her»
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| Miss that kiss, but I’ll always remember
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| That girl (That girl)
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| That girl (That girl)
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| Said, «No, kid, not tonight
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| You’re not that cool, no you’re not my type»
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| She’s beautiful but she’s cold as ice
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| And I’m still hanging on
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| So what am I supposed to do, uh, oh
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| When she’s so damn cold, like twenty below?
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| That girl, that girl, she’s such a bitch
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| I tell myself I can handle it
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| But where am I supposed to go, uh oh
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| When she throws me out and it’s twenty below?
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| That girl, that girl, she’s such a trick
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| But I can’t lie, I’m in love with it
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| That girl, oh-oh
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| That girl, oh-oh
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| That girl, oh-oh
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| That girl, that girl
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| Sit around waiting for the spark to fade
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| You can add another face to your pity parade
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| I can’t believe it
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| I’ve never felt so cheated
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| Knock me down, it was all pretend
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| You set me back up just to do it again
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| You say love’s overrated
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| I say it’s complicated
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| So what am I supposed to do, uh, oh
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| When she’s so damn cold, like twenty below?
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| That girl, that girl, she’s such a bitch
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| I tell myself I can handle it
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| But where am I supposed to go, uh oh
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| When she throws me out and it’s twenty below?
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| That girl, that girl, she’s such a trick
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| But I can’t lie, I’m in love with it
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| That girl, oh, oh, oh, oh
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| That girl, that girl
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| That girl, that girl
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| That girl |