| I don’t wanna be
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| Be in your posse, girl
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| I don’t wanna be
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| All caught up in your social scene
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| I don’t wanna be
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| Be in your front seat, girl
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| I know I’m your recruit
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| But I ain’t gonna follow suit
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| You got Morrissey and Joy Division on CD
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| But I don’t go for them
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| I can’t move to that beat
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| I like Marvin Gaye and Gospel music
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| My soul and my heart
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| But you call it noise
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| You always spoil my favourite parts
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| I don’t wanna be
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| Be in your posse, girl
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| I don’t wanna be
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| All caught up in your social scene
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| You’re skipping school 'cause it’s cool
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| But it’s not for me
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| I learned to dream
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| I learned to read at this old academy
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| You’re out to make every man
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| Your fleeting dream
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| But I’m a one-man woman
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| I’m all down with monogamy
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| You cuss and curse
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| So they think
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| That you’re rough and tough
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| But I like Shakespeare
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| And I find «dammit» heavy enough
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| You like new age
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| All the rage, philosophy
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| But I don’t read my palms
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| I read the Psalms
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| They speak to me
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| I don’t wanna be
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| Be in your posse, girl
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| I don’t wanna be
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| All caught up in your social scene
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| I don’t wanna be
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| Be in your posse, girl
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| It’s not my scene
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| All of the aristocracy
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| It’s not you
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| Maybe I’m just too pedantic
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| I’m a self-confessed
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| Idealist and romantic
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| You say, «Join the gang
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| Be my yang and I’ll be your yin»
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| But try as I might
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| I’m not your type, I don’t fit in
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| I don’t wanna be
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| Be in your posse, girl
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| It’s not your fault
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| And I send my apologies
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| I don’t wanna be
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| Be in your posse, girl
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| You’re a trip
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| But I don’t flip on your ecstasy
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| I don’t wanna be
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| Be in your posse, girl
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| Trust me, you’ll see
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| We’re yin and yang, that’s my prophecy
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| Yin and yang (that's my prophecy) |