| To be young as a girl with a boy to be one
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| For I solemnly devote myself to thee
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| I’m sorry but it’s true
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| True but shameful and vile
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| So I’m not real and I won’t call you
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| And I wanna talk about mature things daily
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| And I wanted to be good, I wanted to be good
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| And I wanted to be good now baby
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| I wanted to be good, to be good, to be good
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| And I wanted 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 maginations that suit you
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| Yeah I wanna talk about mature things, and blue things
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| And I wanted to be good, I wanted to be good
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| And I wanted to be good, my baby
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| I wanted to be good, to be good, to be good
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| And I wanted to be good, baby
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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 I don’t care about you
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| I wish I was taller than 5 foot 4
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| 35 years of my life spent computing it all
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| And I wanted to be good, I wanted to be good
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| And I wanted to be good, my baby
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| I wanted to be good, to be good, to be good
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| And I wanted to be good, my baby |