| «She's a little rebel,» that’s what they say
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| I’ve been chasing trouble since back in the day
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| I don’t wanna grow up, I’m just not built that way
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| Daddy wishes I was the girl next door
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| Mama tells me I should smile some more
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| Baby, I’ve been bad
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| But God knows I’ve tried to be good
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| God knows I’ve tried
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| To the lovers and friends that I’ve gone and left behind
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| I might’ve runaway, but, see, I ain’t driving blind
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| I made it to the circus, but I still walk the line
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| So go on, judge me by my cover
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| I know I’ll never write another
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| Baby, I’ve been bad
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| But God knows I’ve tried to be good
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| God knows I’ve tried
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| I’ve been smokin', drinkin', lyin', cheatin'
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| I’ve overpromised, but under-achievin'
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| I usually ain’t afraid of nothin'
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| But saying this out loud terrifies me
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| I’ve been breakin' hearts, stealin' cars
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| Takin' shit to walk on Mars
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| To never say sorry, don’t mean I’m not sorry
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| Baby, I’m sorry, oh baby, I’m sorry
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| I’m sorry for the pain I’ve caused
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| For all the moments I’ve gone and lost
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| Don’t you know I’ve tried to be good
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| «She's a little rebel,» that’s what they say
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| Yeah, I’ll be chasing trouble for the rest of my days
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| No, I’m never growing up no matter what they say
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| So let me speak some truth to you
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| I’ll do it all again times two, yeah
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| Baby, I’m bad
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| But God knows I’ve tried to be good, yeah, ooh
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| God knows I’ve tried
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| And I’ve tried and tried
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| God knows I’ve tried |