| She’s bored, she picks up the paper
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| There’s a magazine cover of the women that hate her
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| But she doesn’t care, they don’t got what she’s got in her
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| She takes a street with a smile in her beat
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| Cause her high heels are taller than all of the other girls
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| Taller than all of their empty stares
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| Grace moves with a graceful swing
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| That you know your right and wrongs don’t mean a thing
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| She just swings her hips in the air at you
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| Her confidence will kill you, and when she pulls the trigger
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| She’s the only living proof that the world still cares
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| Cause she knows you’re just a little scared
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| Something about her grace
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| And all the boys are down on their knees
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| And they’re begging her please please please please
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| She just smiles, says go back to your mother boys
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| The half of you hate her, the rest of you love her
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| But you try, but you try, but she don’t need you
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| She’s got all the love that she ever needs
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| Something about her grace
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| Something about her smile that I need from her
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| Something about her smile that I need from her
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| Something about her smile that I need from her
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| Cause all my life I saw her there
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| Wandering through the city without a care
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| Something about her grace that you want to take home today
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| Something about her grace |