| You like ridin' around with your big brother
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| In your uncle’s custom van
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| You wanna bleach your hair so bad
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| But your Mama don’t understand
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| Hangin' around by the monument
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| Dancin' to the radio
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| You got a memory even shorter than your dress
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| But there’s nothing you don’t know
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| Priscilla
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| Priscilla
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| Nearly sixteen but they treat you like a kid
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| Priscilla
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| Priscilla
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| They’re gonna kill you for what you did
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| Cuttin' class with a backstage pass
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| And always skippin' lunch
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| Ya put your hand on the knees of the boys
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| And Daddy’s vodka in the punch
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| Learned how to jump start your Grandma’s car
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| How to French inhale your Kools
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| And now you know that breakin' hearts
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| Is easy as breakin' the rules
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| Ya don’t remember no revolution
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| You don’t belong to no baby boom
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| Just you and your headphones
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| Dreamin' in your pink bedroom
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| Strong girls break the records
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| And rich girls break their nails
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| Smart girls always know by heart
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| What some girls always fail
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| Bad little girls grow up to be good
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| And good girls finish last
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| But crazy girls don’t care how they grow up
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| As long as they grow up fast |