| I didn’t feel the old umbrella
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| I was was feeling my own self
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| I catched the old spark Cinderella
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| She was longing for James Dean
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| She was that high-heeled Girl
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| Which makes and twirls
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| And twiggy cigarettes
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| And all the papers they said
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| The Queen is dead
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| But she just blew my mind
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| And so shes dancing at the Disco
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| With her new pair of shoes
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| The guys just wanna have her
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| Cause she’s looking kind of cute
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| The tiny girl is for rent
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| Got money in bed
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| And paper in her mind
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| And all the children they said
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| Cindy is fake
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| But she just blew my mind
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| And i don’t want no morning lights, no
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| I just want summer all around
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| I don’t want no morning lights, no
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| I just want summer all around
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| I belive in magic and I believe in space
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| I believe in mantras and the human race
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| The tiny girl is for rent
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| Got money in bed
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| And paper in her mind
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| And all the children they said
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| Cindy is fake
|
| But she just blew my mind
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| And I don’t want no morning lights, no
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| I just want summer all around
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| I don’t want no morning lights, no
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| I just want summer all around
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| And I don’t want no morning lights, no
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| I just want summer all around
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| I don’t want no morning lights, no
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| I just want summer all around |