| People say I’m cool
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| Yeah, I’m a cool chick, baby
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| Every day I thank god
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| That I’m such a cool chick, baby
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| When I’m on the phone, I thank god
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| My voice sounds smooth and clear without a trace of tear
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| When I’m at work, I thank god
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| I still have that smile Ma used to say lit her day
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| But something inside me, something inside me died that day
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| People say I’m cool
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| Yeah, I’m a cool chick, baby
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| Every day I thank god
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| That I’m such a cool chick, baby
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| When I’m with people, I thank god
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| I can talk hip when I’m crying inside
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| When I’m with friends, I thank god
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| I can light a cigarette when I’m choking inside
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| People say I’m cool
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| Yeah, I’m a cool chick, baby
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| Every day I thank god
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| That I’m such a cool chick, baby
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| A friend lent me shades
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| So I could hide my eyes that day
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| Was a snowy day
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| The shades have seen a lot of things I didn’t want to know myself
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| Was like an accident, part of growing up
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| People tell me
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| But something inside me, something inside me died that day
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| What do you do-oo? |
| What can you do?
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| What do you do-oo? |
| What can you do? |