| All my friends are writing their resumes
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| My responsible friends are applying for jobs
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| But me, I was considering ditching Ezra, and going by Esme
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| Baby, would you find that so odd?
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| My dying friends are finding religion
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| While my intellectual friends are all denying God
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| But me, I got just one ambition
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| I sit around all day wishing
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| That the real me might be the one you want
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| I want to be your girlfriend
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| I want to walk down the street hanging from your arm
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| That’s right, little old me, I want to be your girlfriend
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| And leave behind this loveless world I know
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| Honey, I know that I don’t have the body you want in a girlfriend
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| What I’m working with is less than ideal
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| But maybe, baby, it’s not all about what you thought that you wanted
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| It’s about the way I can make you feel
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| Ooh, I want to be your girlfriend
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| I want to walk down the street hanging on your arm
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| That’s right, little old me, I want to be your girlfriend
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| And blow your mind each night when you come home |