| Pretty, pretty
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| Sittin' pretty
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| Underneath a Mick Jagger poster
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| Writing down your number on a coaster
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| At your favorite bar
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| Friday, Saturday star
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| Pretty, pretty
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| Waitin' pretty
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| As you sit and nurse a Diet Cola
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| Dressed to kill and dinin' from a bowl of
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| Peanuts stale from the jar
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| Bracelets hiding the scar
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| Twinkle twinkle, weekend star
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| How you wonder who you are
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| Down below the world so high
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| Like a rhinestone in the sky
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| Oh my
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| Pretty, pretty
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| Seven pretty
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| Ribbons in a five and ten cent palace
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| Wonderland has room for one more Alice
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| Maybe it could be you
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| Girl, you’re long overdue
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| Pretty, pretty
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| With your kitty
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| Wonderin' when you’re comin' home to feed her
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| While you wait and pray that you won’t need her
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| Won’t need kitty tonight
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| Dopey sprung for Snow White
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| Twinkle twinkle, weekend star
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| If I told you who you are
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| You would say, «That isn’t true
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| That’s some other girl,» not you
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| Not you
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| Pretty, pretty
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| No self-pity
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| As you look for weekends lost forever
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| All the Friday nights that you will never miss
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| Who remembers you when
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| Pretty, pretty
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| Sleepin' pretty
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| In your eighty-dollar five-flat walkup
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| Dreamin' of the names you used to chalk up
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| On your bulletin board
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| No more chalk on the cord
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| Twinkle twinkle, weekend star
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| Shut the door and close the bar
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| Bolt the window, pull the shade
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| Cinderella’s got it made
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| Slow fade |