| Six foot two
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| Stood a daughter in the house of fools, oh
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| She made her own moves
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| But how’s she ever gonna take her bruise
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| Plastic fruits
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| Sitting all above the house and pool, oh
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| Staring hands do
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| And so amiss she got a bit confused (?)
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| Whatever am I going to do?
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| I’m always gonna fall into, no…
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| I need a little goal (?)
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| How’m I ever gonna see this through?
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| Ice cream smooth
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| Is the sugar gonna get her tooth? |
| Oh…
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| She made it to the track
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| Stick a stone break through
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| That the devil never made her do, no
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| He wants to make a move
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| So that she disappeared with a bruise (?)
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| Whatever am I s’posed ta do?
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| I’m living in Brooklyn too
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| I need a little goal (?)
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| How’m I ever gonna shake these fools?
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| Father’s so confused
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| And her mother has to pay the tooth, oh
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| From all the wrong rooms
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| Her sister was a bit unmoved
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| So life is just a few
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| After real, nothing more to do, no
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| I need some other thrill
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| And make an offer that I can’t refuse
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| Whatever am I s’posed ta do?
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| I’m living in a big excuse, oh
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| I’m walking like a mule
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| And I’m never gonna rain the pool, oh
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| Sunny afternoon
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| In a satellite screaming pool full (?)
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| She’s coming home soon
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| And her shower cap face was cute |