| Westwood girls in their skirts and their turtle necks
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| Starting their day with their coffee and cigarettes,
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| Says she’s from Taipei now lives in Texas,
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| I love the way they stand on their own.
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| Their own their own
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| Washington DC, never forget this,
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| Blame nothing swear you’re an architect,
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| Names, faces, outstanding places,
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| I love the way they stand on their own.
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| Their own
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| Come down and see they’ll let you in
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| At 17 they let you in
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| I’m on a page-turner forward to never stop,
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| I couldn’t miss if you wanted that,
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| Came back from home town now you can feel down,
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| I love the way they stand on their own
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| Their own their own
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| Come back and use me
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| Now you can never spend,
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| I told you save for another friend,
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| I was ok but you surely convinced me,
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| I love the way they stand on their own, their own
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| Come down and see they’ll let you in,
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| Oh at 17 they let you in
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| Come now come clean they’ll let you in,
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| Oh they let you in
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| They let you in
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| Oooh come now come clean, they’ll let you in
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| At 17 they let you in
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| All the years between, they let you in
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| Oh they let you in
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| They let you in
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| Ohhhh ohh |