| See her picture in a thousand places
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| 'Cause she’s this year’s girl
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| You think you all own little pieces
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| Of this year’s girl
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| Forget your fancy manners
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| Forget your English grammar
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| 'Cause you don’t really give a damn about this year’s girl
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| Still, you’re hoping that she’s well spoken
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| 'Cause she’s this year’s girl
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| You want her broken with her mouth wide open
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| 'Cause she’s this year’s girl
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| Never knowing it’s a real attraction
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| All these promises of satisfaction
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| While she’s being bored to distraction
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| Being this year’s girl
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| Time’s running out
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| She’s not happy with the cost
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| There’d be no doubt
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| Only she’s forgotten much more than she’s lost
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| A bright spark might corner the market
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| In this year’s girl
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| You see yourself rolling on the carpet
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| With this year’s girl
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| Those disco synthesizers
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| Those daily tranquilizers
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| Those body building prizes
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| Those bedroom alibis
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| All this, but no surprises for this year’s girl
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| All this, but no surprises for this year’s girl
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| All this, but no surprises for this year’s girl |