| I’m the kinda girl that hangs with the guys
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| Like a fly on the wall with my secret eyes
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| Takin it in, try to be feminine
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| With my makeup bag watchin all the sin
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| Misfit, I sit
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| Lit up, wicked
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| Everybody else surrounded by the girls
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| With the tank tops and the flirty ways
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| I’m just sippin on chamomile
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| Watching boys and girls and their sex appeal
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| With a stranger in the face who says he knows my mom
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| And went to my high school
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| All the boys say,
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| Hey Baby, Hey Baby, Hey
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| Girls Say, Girls Say,
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| Hey Baby, Hey Baby, Hey
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| Hey Baby Baby
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| Hey Baby, Hey Baby, Hey
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| Boys Say, Boys Say
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| Hey Baby, Hey Baby, Hey
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| All the boys get the girls in the back
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| I’m the one they feed upon
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| Give a bit a star is born
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| And if you had enough you’ll get the pass
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| And you can tell your friends how you made it back
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| No matter what they say I’m still the same
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| Somehow everybody knows my name
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| And all the girls wanna get with the boys
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| And the boys really like it |