| By the time I was thirteen
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| I started taking shape.
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| At eighteen I was so beautiful
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| That the strangers started to gape.
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| They said «Enter the ultimate contest
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| If you’re as gorgeous as you seem.»
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| They said «Please, please, please
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| Be our American dream.»
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| But late that night beneath the grieving moon
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| There’s a dazzling sight in my motel room
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| For a grunting judge with his bulging eyes
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| I give my all for his cherished prize.
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| Oh why, oh why?
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| I’m Miss America
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| Crying on TV
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| Silver clad in satin rags,
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| But everything’s where it should be
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| Oh say can you see, ah say can you see.
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| After they showed me the game ball
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| They told me put on weight.
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| They told me I’d be powerful
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| They told me I’d be great.
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| And my Uncle Sam he would coach me
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| His helmet on my head
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| And they said «Please, please please, please
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| Please win and beat the spread.»
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| But the new game plan that the owners had made
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| Meant that win or lose there would be a trade.
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| For the team’s become a real gold mine
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| And the kid’s sold off for the bottom line.
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| Oh why, oh why?
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| Mr. America
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| Sweating on TV
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| The winner’s joy from the battered boy
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| For everything’s where it should be
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| Oh say can you see, ah say can you see.
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| At last we’ve come together
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| Call it marriage or civil war.
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| If it brings us to battle, babe
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| It must be worth our fighting for.
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| Though today came up cloudy
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| There will be other days.
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| «Ah, please, please, please, please
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| What else is there to say?»
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| But in plywood spread
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| By a plastic stream
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| And in separate beds with a borrowed dream
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| And with questions wide and the silence deep
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| We take two pills so at last we’ll sleep.
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| Oh why, oh why?
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| Mr. and Mrs. America
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| Our story’s on TV
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| Can you hear canned laughter
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| For everything’s where it should be
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| Oh say can you see, ah say can you see.
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| Well, my little boy he told me something
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| Just the other night.
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| He whispered it as I kissed him
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| Before I turned out the light.
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| And of course he said it simple
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| As only children can
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| He said «Daddy, daddy, daddy, please
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| I’m ready to dream again.» |