| Housewives trying to recapture their youth
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| By wearing floral print and suede
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| Fixing their hairdos with PC, chemical-free hairspray
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| Martha Stewart taught them to make on TV
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| I was raised a farmgirl
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| I’m too far from home, all alone on the road
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| Trying to figure out who I am now the the stardust has turned to sand
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| And the sand has turned to stone on the starmaking machine
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| I’m 25 years old
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| That ain’t the end but it sure ain’t where I began
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| And my daddy, he wrote songs and he broke colts
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| And he went back to school to get a degree
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| Now he teachs music to kids, he taught music to me And this Alaskan girl was living in Stephenville, Texas
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| Yes, you guessed it, I moved here because I fell in love with a man
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| And I moved his ex-old lady’s things out of the closet
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| The same closet I had to move my things back in It didn’t make me feel that great, as if to demonstrate
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| Everything’s temporary given enough time
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| But hey, I’ve got nothing to lose
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| I’m a singer for crowds, I’m a writer of songs
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| Hey Mom, look, I’m an entertainer
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| I’m a modern day troubadour trying to find justice with six strings
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| Trying to make the world make sense out of me Trying to be loved completely, trying to love honestly
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| Trying to find a decent high noon cup of tea
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| In another shitty hotel
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| I’m trying to listen to the leaves speak
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| Trying to steal secrets from fishes in the creek
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| Trying to figure out who I am
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| A singer, a pretty bad cook, maybe a good mom
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| What will it be?
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| And I’m 25 years old
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| That ain’t the end but it sure ain’t where I began
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| I’m trying to figure out who I am But there’s no hand to hold, no Doctor Martin Luther King
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| There’s just syncophants
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| And the mindlessness on TV or in the magazines
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| On the latest ways to behave
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| So why not follow me, the blond bombshell deity?
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| I’ll sell you neat ideas without big words
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| And a little bit of cleavage to help wash it all down
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| Hey, everybody thought Godard was a clown
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| And that ain’t gonna be me And I’m 25 years old
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| That ain’t the end but it sure ain’t where I began
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| And I’m 25 years old
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| That ain’t the end but it sure ain’t where I began
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| Guess that just means I’m in Texas |