| Ricky played the flute
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| But she never had a use for it
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| Miming her part in the school band
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| While I took a solo on the saxophone
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| And I learned harmony
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| But she could dance, she could move
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| Like the girls on the TV
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| Mum took her to Johnny Young Talent School
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| But she quit
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| She said that she got scared
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| When they made her do the splits
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| She tried tap school and blew the teacher away
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| But the girls in the class teased her
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| Saying she was too chubby
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| I remember when she told me
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| She cried in shame
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| I told her not to worry
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| We can do anything
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| I told her one day we’d be beautiful
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| And maybe we could start a band
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| ‘cos I was born to sing
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| And she was born to dance
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| She was born to dance like the
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| Girls on the TV, girls on the TV
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| She could always dance better than the
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| Girls on the TV, 10am R ‘n' B
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| She could always dance better than me
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| She was bullied all day
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| And made to feel like a fool
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| Mum was born again and decided
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| To send her to the Christian school
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| On Thursdays her friends
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| Would dance in the spirit
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| At the school church but Ricky laughed
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| And never believed in it
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| We moved in with Mum’s first
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| Boyfriend after Dad
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| He was only 21 and he’d always get mad
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| While I hid in my room
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| Writing poems after school
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| He tried to kiss Ricky
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| On the piano stool
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| I remember when she told me
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| She was on cocaine
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| I felt like I didn’t know her
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| Or how she got that way
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| Now, her lovers are all married
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| I wear my wedding ring
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| On my right hand
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| Maybe we weren’t meant to settle down
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| No, I was born to sing
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| And she was born to dance like the
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| Girls on the TV
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| Girls on the TV
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| She could always dance better than the
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| Girls on the TV, 10am R ‘n' B
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| She could always dance better than the
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| Girls on the TV |