| She’s certain she ain’t nobody’s girlfriend
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| Eighteen and soft spoken
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| Everyone’s out grown 'em
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| Her bedroom smells of nail polish and perfume
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| And beauty is her virtue
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| Stayed out past her curfew
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| Always alone, my girl, always unknown
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| And it all comes back to her
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| Mother says she’s just a doll, cherry lips, a push up bra and
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| It’s only just a myth, one that she’ll never fit
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| Mother says she’s just a doll, cherry lips, a push up bra and
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| It’s only just a myth, one that she’ll never fit
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| She’s older
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| Got knock offs cause she can’t afford 'em
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| And she cries out
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| Of boredom
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| Think love don’t deserve her
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| One day she’ll fix her problems and turn them into stardom
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| You’ll find her in the columns
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| Always alone, my girl, always unknown
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| And it all comes back to her
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| Mother says she’s just a doll, cherry lips, a push up bra and
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| It’s only just a myth, one that she’ll never fit
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| Mother says she’s just a doll, cherry lips, a push up bra and
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| It’s only just a myth, one that she’ll never fit
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| And every time you shake, you and I both know
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| That we got all the time in the world
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| And every time you ache, you and I both know
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| That we got all the time in the world
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| And every time you shake, you and I both know
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| That we got all the time in the world
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| And every time you ache, you and I both know
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| That we got all the time in the world
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| And it’s all over, my darling girl
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| And it’s all over, my darling girl
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| Take a step into her world |