| How come i can pick my ears
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| But not my nose
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| Who made up that rule anyway
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| How can you say that’s the way it is
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| That’s just the way it goes
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| Why don’t you decide for yourself
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| What you can do
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| And what you can say
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| How come i can pick my friends
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| But not my enemies
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| What is it about me that offends
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| What is it about me
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| 'cause you know i’m only five foot two
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| And i’m giggly wiggly
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| Tell me again, what did i do
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| Why are you scared of me
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| I fight with love
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| And i laugh with rage
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| You’ve gotta live light enough
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| To see the humor
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| And long enough to see some change
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| I think shy is boring
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| I think depressed is too
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| I think pretty is nice
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| But i’d rather see something new
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| All these plastic people
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| Got their plastic surgery
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| But we got a big big beautiful
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| We got it for free
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| Who you gonna be
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| If you can’t be yourself
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| You can’t get it from t. |
| v
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| You can’t force it on
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| Anybody else
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| You know they come to clear cut
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| They come to strip mine
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| They come for some of my big butt
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| My big brain
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| Or just a little time
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| They wanna take me out to dinner
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| Think i’m a bitch if i don’t go
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| Seems like the people who actually like me
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| Won’t allow me to say no
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| Your idea of a conversation
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| Is the third degree
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| But i don’t really know you
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| And i don’t really want to talk about me
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| 'cause i’m not going to pretend
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| That i don’t pick my nose
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| That’s just the way it is, my friends
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| That’s just the way it goes
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| This is who i am
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| What i do
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| And what i say
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| If you like it, let it be
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| If you don’t, please do the same
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| I fight with love
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| I laugh with rage
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| You gotta live light enough to see the humor
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| And long enough to see some change |