| There’s a new girl in this town
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| She’s been a lot of places
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| Worn a lot of crowns
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| I want to touch that hair
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| And tell her she is fine
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| I want to hold her hand
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| And ask her to be mine
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| There’s a misfit in this town
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| All the other kids said
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| We don’t like your frown
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| You’re not allowed to play
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| In anymore reindeer games
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| So we spent a lot of time
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| Walking in the rain
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| Then the new girl walked around
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| A lot of boys liked her
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| It was a lot of boys I drowned
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| To get a girl like that
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| They’ve got to cross the sea
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| And, when the waters part
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| There’s only gonna be me
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| Then the new girl was on trial
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| All the other girls said
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| «We don’t like your style»
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| All the boys are thinking
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| Pull the sword out from the stone
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| Outside all this big talk
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| I was left standing alone
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| Then the new girl spun around
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| Put her hands on hips
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| And let her hair fall down
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| She turned and gave those boys
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| The evil eye
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| Then I realized
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| They’re all too scared to turn
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| There’s a new girl in this town
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| She’s been a lot of places
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| Worn a lot of crowns
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| I’m gonna touch that hair
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| And tell her she is fine
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| I’m gonna hold her hand
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| And ask her to be mine
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| There’s a new girl |