| When I was a little girl
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| I felt like a princess
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| So naïve and full of hope
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| I thought my dreams would come true
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| But then as I grew
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| The world was all like… Nope
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| But this time, maybe, just maybe…
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| Maybe this dream won’t lead to disgrace
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| Maybe this dream is in reach
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| Maybe this dream won’t poop on my face
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| Like a seagull at the beach
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| Maybe this dream won’t be like my wedding
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| The organ played, there goes the bride
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| I came back
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| Maybe this dream won’t be like some maggots
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| Feasting on the rotting deer carcass of my pride
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| Maybe this dream won’t be like my vibrator
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| Breaking when I need it most
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| Tweedle deedle dee!
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| Maybe this dream won’t be like Ebola
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| Eating the flesh of its host
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| Tweedle deedle doo!
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| Tweet tweet…
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| Maybe this dream
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| Won’t be like
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| When I go running
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| And I have to take a dump
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| So I have to rush home
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| Plus I also have my period
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| So I have menstrual cr&s plus dump cr&s
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| And as I run frantically
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| I pee just a little
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| Because I’ve had two babies
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| So by the time I get home
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| My undies smell like a sewer rat
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| Maybe this dream won’t be like that!
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| Maybe this dream will finally make me feel
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| Like I deserve
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| A dream |