| You’re not the girl you think you are, no no
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| They’re not his shoes under your bed, yeah yeah
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| Hell take you places in his car
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| That you won’t forget, no
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| And all the people that you know, yeah
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| Will turn their heads as you go by
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| But you’ll be hard to recognize
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| With the top down and the wind blowing, blowing
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| He won’t deceive you but tell you the truth
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| Woman, he’ll be no trouble
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| He won’t write you letters
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| Full of excuses
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| Come on, believe you have one in a million
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| You’re not the girl you think you are, yeah
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| Someone’s standing in your place
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| The bathroom mirror makes you look tall
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| But its all in your head, in your head
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| He won’t deceive you but tell you the truth
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| Woman, he’ll be no trouble
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| He won’t write you letters
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| Full of excuses
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| Come on, believe you have one in a million
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| He won’t deceive you but tell you the truth
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| Come on, believe you have one
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| You’re not the girl you think you are
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| Believe you have one
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| You’re not the girl you think you are
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| Believe you have one
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| You’re not the girl you think you are |