| Oh, I was a lonely girl
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| I grew up fast
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| I took my Tahoe to go somewhere where the boys lust
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| I turned my phone off, I sold my laptop
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| Then I took right off to the west
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| Give me spring and sun, sleeping on the run
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| Bed is my backseat, twinkles what I eat
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| Mother made my dress full of my distress
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| Guess I’ll miss the dance, ruined every chance
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| You know I was the queen
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| I kept my record clean
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| Aproaching Wistletown
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| And reaching higher ground
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| I’m keeping grains of sand
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| I moisturise my hands
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| In case I need to do another shoot
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| Give me spring and sun, sleeping on the run
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| Bed is my backseat, twinkles what I eat
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| Mother made my dress full of my distress
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| Guess I’ll miss the dance, ruined every chance
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| Oh, I was a lonely girl
|
| I grew up fast
|
| I took my Tahoe to go somewhere where the boys lust
|
| I turned my phone off, I sold my laptop
|
| Then I took right off to the west
|
| Give me spring and sun, sleeping on the run
|
| Bed is my backseat, twinkles what I eat
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| Mother made my dress full of my distress
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| Guess I’ll miss the dance, ruined every chance |