| No it aint the way that your hair hangs down, and you dance like a clown
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| We just don’t like you around
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| You were a New-Waver, it was 1983, I was new on the scene, I just wanted
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| everyone to like me
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| So I told 'em that we’re not friends and I thought you were wierd,
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| what a two-faced thing to do
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| And you held your head high,
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| And you held your head high
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| When you walked down my street, oh no
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| At my birthday party you just showed up, we were so stuck up, we just wanted to
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| be mean
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| Yeah there goes that girl with the cheap guitar, she’s a punk rock star,
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| she’s a dying art
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| And you held your head high,
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| And you held your head high
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| When you walked down my street,
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| And you rolled your eyes to the sky,
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| Yeah you rolled your eyes to the sky,
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| You don’t feel a thing,
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| And you held your head high,
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| And you held your head high
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| When you walked down my street, oh no
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| No it aint the way that your hair hangs down and you dance like a clown,
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| Its the middle school frown |