| I can rock a Target tank top
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| Gucci sunglasses
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| Cheap flip flops
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| And still look like a million bucks to you
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| You know it’s true
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| Throw my hair up and be ready to go
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| Spend all night tryin' on clothes
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| I can make us late
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| And blame it all on you
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| I’m the queen of my own planet
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| And you wouldn’t understand it
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| Cause I’m a girl, Oh yeah
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| I can get a free drink for flippin' my hair
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| Or Stay home
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| With a bottle of wine and you
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| I’m a girl, I got skills
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| I can dance all night in five inch heels
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| And make you feel like the luckiest boy in the world
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| Cause I’m a girl
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| Cause I’m a girl
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| I can turn the tears on at the drop of a hat
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| When I get pulled over for goin' too fast
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| Drive away with a warnin' and his phone number too
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| I’m an expert at chocolate and Chinese food
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| And that time of the month, I feel sorry for you
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| I’m a pain, it’s a shame
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| Ain’t a thing that you can do
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| 'Cause I’m moody, attitudey
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| And you can’t say nothin' to me
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| Cause I’m a girl, Oh yeah
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| I can get a free drink for flipping my hair
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| Or Stay home
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| With a bottle of wine and you
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| I’m a girl, I got skills
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| I can dance all night in five inch heels
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| And make you feel like the luckiest boy in the world
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| Cause I’m a girl
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| Cause I’m a girl
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| I’m a shoe-sale shoppin', chick flick watchin',
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| Jesus lovin', Oprah huggin'
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| Strong and independent, don’t forget intelligent
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| I like my men real tall
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| Well, I kinda like 'em all
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| Cause I’m a girl, Oh yeah
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| I can get a free drink for flipping my hair
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| Or Stay home
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| With a bottle of wine and you
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| I’m a girl, I got skills
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| I can dance all night in five inch heels
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| And make you feel like the luckiest boy in the world
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| Cause I’m a girl
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| Cause I’m a girl |