| I think she’s the prettiest lady I’ve ever seen
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| Her hair — it has meaning and volume and such a sheen
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| Sometimes I think maybe I could go and talk to her
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| Her eyes — they look lonely, far away and inert
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| Oh baby, the socialites who act so nice
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| Won’t ever begin to let you in
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| They’ll act surprised, apologize
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| Won’t ever let on
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| The face you wear is their own
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| I’m gonna try combing my hair in a thousand ways
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| Maybe he will notice and maybe look my way
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| Oh baby, the other guys who act so nice
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| Won’t ever begin to let you in
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| Stars in their eyes, they’ll apologize
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| Won’t ever let on
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| They need someone real
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| But they don’t know where I’m going
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| It’s not impossible to show
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| But to show is to open up
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| The socialites who act so nice
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| Won’t ever begin to let you in
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| They’ll act surprised, they’ll apologize
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| Won’t ever let on
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| The face you wear is their own
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| I’m glad they’re the ones on the other side of the glass
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| Who knows what my spirit is worth in cold, hard cash
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| Oh baby |