| Squint your eyes and look closer
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| I’m not between you and your ambition
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| I am a poster girl with no poster
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| I am 32 flavors and then some
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| And I’m beyond your peripheral vision
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| So you might want to turn your head
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| Cause someday you are gonna get hungry
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| And eat most of the words you just said
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| Both my parents taught me about goodwill
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| And I have done well by their names
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| Just the kindness I’ve lavished on strangers
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| Is more than I can explain
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| Still there’s many who’ve turned out their porch lights
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| Just so I would think they were not home
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| And hid in the dark of their windows
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| Till I’d passed and left them alone
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| God help you if you are an ugly girl
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| Course, too pretty is also your doom
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| Cause everyone harbors a secret hatred
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| For the prettiest girl in the room
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| And God help you if you are a phoenix
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| And you dare to rise up from the ash
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| A thousand eyes will smolder with jealousy
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| While you are just flying past
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| And I’ll never try to give my life meaning
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| By demeaning you
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| But I would like to state for the record
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| I did everything that I could do
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| I’m not saying that I am a saint
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| I just don’t want to live that way
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| No, I will never be a saint
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| But I will always say
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| Squint your eyes and look closer
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| I’m not between you and your ambition
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| I am a poster girl with no poster
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| I am 32 flavors and then some
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| And I’m beyond your peripheral vision
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| So you might want to turn your head
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| Cause someday you might find you are starving
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| And eating all of the words that you said |