| Haven’t acted like a lady
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| Since my mother told me that I
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| Should sit with my knees together
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| I think I’ve been duped, ta da da da, hmm…
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| Have I been used?
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| Get me back to a street where I can stay
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| Get me back on my knees, I need to pray
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| Need to pray
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| And it’s me again, frozen in moments
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| In a city trapped, the light
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| And in the light sometimes, it’s me again
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| Why look around, when you’ve seen it?
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| And it’s me again, why turn it down
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| When you need it?
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| And it’s me again, covered in morning
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| In a daytime, dealing in night
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| And in the night, sometimes it’s me again
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| Why look around, when you’ve seen it?
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| And it’s me again, why turn it down
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| When you need it?
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| And it’s me again
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| Haven’t acted like a lady
|
| Since my mother told me that I
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| Should sit with my knees together
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| I think I’ve been duped, ta da da da, hmm…
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| Have I been used?
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| Get me back to a street where I can stay
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| Get me back on my knees, I need to pray |