| Is it any wonder
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| That she would feel less than real
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| When she reveals what is clearer
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| In her mirror
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| Take a look around her
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| Magazines, glamor queens
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| Waistline dreams in her diary
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| So inspiring
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| Nobody told her
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| That little girls
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| Don’t have to have
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| The softest curls for love
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| So what ever’s left inside her
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| Is gonna smile wider, shine brighter
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| Until she gets pulled under
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| Is it any wonder
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| Is it any wonder
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| That he’s obsessed with what is best
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| And nothing less, he’s a hero
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| With six zeros
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| Take a look around him
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| His wallet size and what he drives
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| Will symbolize how he’s made it
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| How they’ll grade it
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| Nobody told him
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| That little boys
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| Don’t have to have
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| The fastest toys to win
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| So what ever’s left inside him
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| Is gonna keep on tryin', to keep on buyin'
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| Until he gets pulled under
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| Is it any wonder
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| Will somebody tell her
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| There’s a love
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| That can’t be glamorized
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| Tell him there’s a hope
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| That won’t be downsized
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| Someone tell them
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| That the billboards lie, all the time
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| 'Cos what ever’s left inside her
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| Is gonna smile wider
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| And what ever’s left inside him
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| Is gonna keep on tryin'
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| Until they get pulled under
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| Is it any wonder
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| Is it any wonder
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| Is it any wonder
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| Is it any wonder
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| What ever’s left inside her
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| Is it any wonder
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| Is it any wonder
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| Until they get pulled under
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| Is it any wonder |