| You’ve got a famous last name
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| But you’re not to blame
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| Baby I see you for who you are
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| A one time apple queen
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| And a one time tramp
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| And an old time movie star
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| You’re a shell picker
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| Of the pickiest kind
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| But you always find the ones to keep
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| And in or out of bed
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| You keep your head wide open
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| 'cause ya don’t only dream when you’re asleep
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| Like a child, you remember
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| But I forget all my dreams
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| I used to think
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| That someday I’d relax a little
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| And be more like you
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| Then I realized
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| How silly that thought was
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| Needed to stand in my own shoes
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| And from over here
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| I can see you cry
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| Don’t even try to pretend
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| 'cause he’s hurt you
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| So many times
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| Baby don’t go back again
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| Like a child, you forget
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| But I remember everything and every sting
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| And through all the games
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| We’ll both stay the same
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| As we’ve always been
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| Through the fat and the thin
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| Until the end
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| Until the end |