| Être
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| Est-ce que c’est chic
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| Ou simplement ordinaire
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| Est-ce que c’est chic chic
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| Won’t get far
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| Hangin' at the local bar
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| Will she ever be a star
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| And ride around in a fancy car
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| And buy expensive things
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| Like furs and diamond rings
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| All alone she lives her life
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| In the midst of us
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| She can’t believe her eyes
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| All the rest of her
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| And it’s the little things
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| She says to me
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| Makes me think the girl’s
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| In need of a family
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| Est-ce que c’est chic
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| Ou simplement ordinaire
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| It’s really strange
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| Everytime I hear her name
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| Will she always be the same
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| Just spendin' life in search of fame
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| You should see the girl
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| She’s such a crazy thing
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| Every night it’s the same old dream
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| Rehearsing lines for tomorrow’s scenes
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| But it’s real in the morning babe
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| And it’s the little things
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| She says to me
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| Makes me think the girl’s
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| In need of a family
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| Est-ce que c’est chic
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| Ou simplement ordinaire |