| Too young, as a girl, with a boy to be won
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| I solemnly devote myself to thee
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| I’m sorry, but it’s true
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| True is shameful and vile
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| So I’m not real and I won’t call you
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| And I want to talk about mature themes daily
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| And I want it to be good
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| And I want it to be good
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| And I want it to be good, my baby
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| And I want it to be good, to be good, to be good
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| And I want it to be good, baby
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| Now let’s take steps to rectify your whole life
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| Take this gift I gave to thee
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| A promise to be true
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| Embrace, imagine imaginations that suit you
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| Yeah, I want to talk about mature themes
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| I don’t care at all 'bout the big or the small
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| The skies and the air between me
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| I don’t care about you
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| I wish I was taller than 5'4″
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| 35 years of my life spent
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| Computing it all, oh hell
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| And I want it to be good
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| And I want it to be good
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| And I want it to be good, my baby
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| And I want it to be good, to be good, to be good
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| And I want it to be good, baby |