| There are worse things I could do
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| Than go with a boy or two
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| Not that I care what people say
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| I just don’t feel myself today
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| And there are worse things I have done
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| Than gone out and had some fun
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| It doesn’t happen every time
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| Not that I care if people mind
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| But don’t I look good, babe?
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| Don’t I look fine
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| Don’t I look good babe, in these pearls of mine
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| There are things I could have said
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| To every person I’ve ever met
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| Not that it’d make a difference
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| Some people don’t have any sense
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| And there are worse things in this world
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| Than some make-up and some pearls
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| Not that I care what people say
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| I just don’t feel myself today
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| Not that I care if people mind
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| Even if they’re friends of mine
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| But don’t I look good, babe?
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| Don’t I look fine
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| Don’t I look good babe, in these pearls of mine
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| But don’t I look good, babe?
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| Don’t I look fine
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| Don’t I look good babe, in these pearls of mine |