| Don’t mind me I’m only sitting here
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| Dreaming something up seems so unclear
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| Only thing that’s getting in the way of getting paid
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| And everybody knowing my name
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| Isn’t that I wish I wasn’t me
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| Even though I do occasionally
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| Wouldn’t change except this little thing
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| See what it brings
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| Can’t help thinking of how it could be
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| Oh, if I only could sing like Mariah
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| Oh, if I only could sing like Mariah does
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| Oh, if I only could sing like Mariah
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| Oh, if I only could sing like Mariah does
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| Everything around so glamorous
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| See the spotlight shining down on us
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| Tinted windows for some privacy, nothing to see
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| Still have feelings hopefully
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| Not so sure that I could even cope
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| Bottle service and a velvet red rope
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| Wouldn’t need a thing, but suddenly it would be free
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| Can’t help thinking of how it could be
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| Oh, if I only could sing like Mariah
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| Oh, if I only could sing like Mariah does
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| Oh, if I only could sing like Mariah does
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| Anyway, that’s it, never mind |