| My friends tell me I need to be
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| Out on the town in skinny jeans
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| Workin' it like all them young girls do
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| They said just sit down in that chair
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| We’ll wax them brows and fix your hair
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| Make a dime store diva outta you
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| These days, everybody wants to be somebody else
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| I told them and I’ll tell you, just like I told myself
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| I ain’t that desperate yet
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| Still got some good stuff left
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| I’d like to get a little
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| But I still have my self-respect
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| And I ain’t that desperate yet
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| Well, I guess some little bird done spread the word
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| 'Cause when you called you said you heard
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| That I’ve been missing you and feeling lonely
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| Well, it crossed my mind to give it up
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| And finally say enough’s enough
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| And let you come on over here and hold me
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| Well, it might be fun to fool around
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| And have a drink or two
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| And, honey, I’d be up for that with anyone but you
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| 'Cause I ain’t that desperate yet
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| Still got some good stuff left
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| I’d like to get a little
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| But I still have my self-respect
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| And I ain’t that desperate yet
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| Well, I’d like to find a man that I could love on now and then
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| But if it means not bein' me or getting back with him
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| Well, I’m giving up on men
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| 'Cause I ain’t that desperate yet
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| I still got some good stuff left
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| I’d like to get a little
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| But I still have my self-respect
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| And I ain’t that desperate yet
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| No, I ain’t that desperate yet |