| Oh girl, wash your face 'fore you come to the table
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| Girl, know your place, be willing and able
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| Take it on the chin, let the best man win
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| Girl, shoulders back and stand up straight
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| Girl, watch your mouth and watch your weight
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| Mind your manners, smile for the camera
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| And pose like a trophy on a shelf
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| Dream for everyone but not yourself
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| I’ve heard of God the Son and God the Father
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| I’m still looking for a God for the daughters
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| Girl don’t be weak and don’t be strong
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| Say what you want just as long
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| As you nod your head with your lipstick on
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| And pose like a trophy on a shelf
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| And dream for everyone but not yourself
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| I’ve heard of God the Son and God the Father
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| I’m just looking for a God for the daughters
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| Wash the dishes, feed the kids and clean up all this mess
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| Do my best, forgive myself and look good in this dress
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| Damn I look good in this dress
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| And pose like a trophy on a shelf
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| I’ll dream for everyone but not myself
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| I’ve heard of God the Son and God the Father
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| And damn I love my son, I love my father
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| I’m just looking for a God for the daughters
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| I’m just looking for a God for the daughters
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| For the daughters
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| I’m just looking for a God
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| For the daughters
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| For the daughters |