| Boy, you must have come up short tonight
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| Cause I’m always your consolation prize
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| Usually I fix my hair, put on my coat
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| And show up at your door, but no more
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| Now I know I’m just another one of your Friday nights
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| But I’m no pastime, this is gonna be the last time
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| Just a call when there’s nowhere else to fall
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| Just a number on your wall and a pretty dress and curves
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| To you I’m just a girl, to you I’m just a girl
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| I was always taught to sit up straight
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| Find a man before it gets too late
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| Give him time to make his mind
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| But I can’t be the one you string along
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| Like some old sad song
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| Now I know I’m just another one of your Friday nights
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| But I’m no pastime, this is gonna be the last time
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| Just a call when there’s nowhere else to fall
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| Just a number on your wall and a pretty dress and curves
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| To you I’m just a girl, to you I’m just a girl
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| To you I’m just a girl
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| Talking through the static, just a girl
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| To you I’m just dramatic, just a girl
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| Just a silly lil thing, that’s all you’ve ever seen
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| When there’s so much more to me
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| Now I know I’m just another one of your Friday nights
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| But I’m no pastime, this is gonna be the last
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| Now I know I’m just another one of your Friday nights
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| But I’m no pastime, this is gonna be the last time
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| Just a call when there’s nowhere else to fall
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| Just a number on your wall and a pretty dress and curves
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| To you I’m just a girl, to you I’m just a girl |