| Well, I finally worked my way up the ladder
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| Got a whole lot of money but that don’t matter
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| 'Cause spring has sprung and we all know what that means
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| Yeah, bathing suit season’s creepin' up like an assassin
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| Can’t help but wonder how I’m gonna fit my
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| Ask me not what I’m gonna do
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| It appears to be goin' downhill
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| And that’s hard on a bombshell
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| Yeah, it used to be fun layin' in the sun
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| In that little bikini of mine
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| But now my idea of letting it all hang out
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| Sure has changed with time
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| And that’s hard on a bombshell
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| They say real beauty comes from within
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| But I’m stuck with no lovers and a whole lot of friends
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| Who say my personality is a perfect ten
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| I used to get up and just wash my face
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| But now it’s 75 bucks for a dermabrasion
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| Oh, woe is me it’s hard on a bombshell
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| It’s hard on a bombshell
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| I used to look cool perched up on a stool
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| With all the boys flockin' around
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| But now I’m a sucker for a honk from a trucker
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| Lord, I’ve learned to love that sound
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| And that’s hard on a bombshell
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| Hard on a bombshell
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| Oooh, it’s hard on a bombshell |