| I never ever met a normal girl
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| Who kept bones under her bed
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| But if we’re being honest
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| That’s what all her schoolmates said
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| Sneaking behind the teacher
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| I’ll never let her know, oh
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| But if we’re being honest
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| We know how this oughta go
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| I never ever met a normal girl
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| Who kept it on her head
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| But if we’re being honest
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| I’d rather it be there instead
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| You like to sleep with the lights on
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| This is something I’ll never speak on
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| Does it matter, well, I can never tell
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| You said I make you feel famous
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| Turn up the lights 'cause the world is a stage, well
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| Does it matter, well
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| I could never tell
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| I never ever met a Northern girl
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| Who could dance like a Southern belle
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| But if we’re being honest
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| I don’t know if I could tell
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| Lay down beside the speaker
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| I’ll never let you go, oh
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| But if we’re being honest
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| We know how this oughta go
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| I never ever met a normal girl
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| Make a mess like a chimney sweep
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| But if we’re being honest
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| This town is just a garbage heap
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| You like to sleep with the lights on
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| This is something I’ll never speak on
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| Does it matter, well, I can never tell
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| You said I make you feel famous
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| Turn up the lights 'cause the world is a stage, well
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| Does it matter, well
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| I could never tell
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| I could never tell |