| You know, it really won’t surprise me
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| If you’re a wreck by the age of fourteen
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| The way you look, the way you look is fine
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| So often color-coordinated
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| Your sister, she’s an eighties fan
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| That’s all right, have I told you? |
| So is mine
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| You say your life will be the death of you
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| Tell me, do you wash your hair in honeydew?
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| And long for all of them to fall in love with you
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| But they never do
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| Drinking vodka around the fire
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| Your mother has a watchful eye
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| So look out, kid, she’s onto you this time
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| Run away to a bed and breakfast
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| Console yourself with the Reader’s Digest
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| Ringing the Yellow Pages all alone
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| You say your life will be the death of you
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| Tell me, do you wash your hair in honeydew?
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| And long for all of them to fall in love with you
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| But they never do
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| No, they never do
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| You say your life will be the death of you
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| Tell me, do you wash your hair in honeydew?
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| And long for all of them to fall in love with you
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| But they never do
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| No, they never do
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| I’m gonna tell you something good about yourself
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| I’ll say it now and I’ll never say it about no one else
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| I’m gonna tell you something good about yourself
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| I’ll say it now and I’ll never say it about no one else
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| About no one else |