| Girls all around the world
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| Tellin' me that everything I’ve done’s my fault
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| And it’s possible they’re right
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| Cause I spend every night
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| Waiting by the phone and more than this
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| They say my skirt’s too low
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| Never let me go
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| Finally I feel all right
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| Cause I only got to try
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| Only close my eyes
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| And maybe I can see the light
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| But, wait
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| Oh, it’s much too late
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| Oh, and I cannot be walking home
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| Until I’ve found my love
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| Oh, the other girls are driven home
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| So, where’s the freedom in the disco
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| If you’re all alone
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| Boys all around the world
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| I know that they hurt
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| But never really felt before
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| And it’s possible they might
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| Cause I spent every night
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| Blowing up my spot
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| And more than this
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| My makeup’s never right
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| Hoping for a fight
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| Walking towards the door
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| And if I scream
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| I wouldn’t make a shout
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| Cause half the underground
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| Is kissing in the parking lot
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| So, wait
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| Oh, it’s much too late
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| Oh, and I cannot be walking home
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| Until I’ve found my love
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| Oh, the other girls are driven home
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| So, where’s the freedom in the disco
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| If you’re all alone
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| Wait
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| Oh, it’s much too late
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| Oh, and I cannot be walking home
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| Until I’ve found my love
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| Oh, the other girls are driven home
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| So, where’s the freedom in the disco
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| If you’re all alone |