| Caroline, yeah, was my kind of girl
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| Then she up and fell in love with herself
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| Thinks she’s gotta be some celebrity
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| I just gotta know, is she leaving me?
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| I called her on her cell phone; |
| she got no reception
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| Sounded like a dead zone, cutting out like uh…
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| Like a game show, I bombard her with questions
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| Like a caught off guard contestant, she’s stuttering like uh…
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| She must be dreaming, oh she must be dreaming
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| Sounds like she’s going out of her mind
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| Sounds like she’s going rock star, swaggers like a hot shot
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| Caroline! |
| Whoa… Hollywood took the girl
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| She’ll be fine! |
| Whoa… living on top of the world
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| Egotistical, in her perfect world
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| Everybody but her would be invisible
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| Lives a fantasy, popularity
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| Can’t even look me in the eyes and be straight with me
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| Cause she goes back to stammering, like a broken record, echoing
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| I see her lips are moving, but all I hear is uh…
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| I’m versatile, can turn this frown into a smile
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| I’m gonna man up and tough it out and laugh it off like HA…
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| She must be dreaming, oh she must be dreaming
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| Sounds like she’s going out of her mind
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| Sounds like she’s going walking over everybody
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| Thinks we’re all just paparazzi
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| She’s got it going on |