| She’s a fully paid up, card carrying member
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| Of the socially inept
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| Ain’t got no air or graces
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| Just a sense of self loathing
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| She’s lost all self respect
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| Monday’s child’s looking out, through tear stained windows
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| Friday’s child is looking in
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| She wants to get back
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| To where it all started
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| She just don’t know where to begin
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| Despite all this, she’s shinning through
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| Despite all this, she’ll smile again
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| Despite all this, she’s shinning through
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| Despite all this, she’s gonna win
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| She needs to find someone, someone to hold her
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| And wipe away her tears
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| Someone she can plan with
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| And look to the future
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| And take away her fears
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| Despite all this, she’s shinning through
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| Despite all this, she’ll smile again
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| Despite all this, she’s shinning through
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| Despite all this, she’s gonna win
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| And if you see past the funny hair and makeup
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| You’ll see the spark in her eyes
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| Doing jobs for a pound that no-one else will take up
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| She don’t believe in compromise
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| She don’t believe in compromise
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| She’s a fully paid up, card carrying member
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| Of the socially inept |