| She was a party girl, stayed up til the small hours
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| Now she’s embarrassing and everybody laughs
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| At the girl with the face that could drive her baby wild
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| Now wasn’t she the child with everything?
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| You should have seen her with her head held high
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| Now what do pretty girls do?
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| She used to be the apple of his eye
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| Now what do pretty girls do?
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| She went through such a lot
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| And never even learned
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| That even pretty girls can get their fingers burned
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| She’s got a cabin in a town upon the border
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| She gets in trouble with the local law and order
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| Everybody’s happy when she isn’t at the door
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| She sends out invitations to everyone
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| They don’t come
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| (And the phone ain’t ringing for her now)
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| You should have seen her with her head held high
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| Now what do pretty girls do?
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| She used to be the same as me or you
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| Now what do pretty girls do?
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| Well they get older just like everybody else
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| She never thought she’d have to take care of herself
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| You should have seen her with her head held high
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| Now what do pretty girls do?
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| She used to be the apple of his eye
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| Now what do pretty girls do?
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| Collecting all the records and the posters
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| Of the people that she knew
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| And they knew
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| That she’d get older just like everybody else
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| She never thought she’d have to take care of herself |