| No wonder you’re looking thin
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| When all that you live on is lipgloss and cigarettes
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| And scraps at the end of the day
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| When he’s given the rest to someone with long black hair
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| All those nights in, making such a mess of the bed
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| Oh, you never ever want to go home
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| And he wants you so you may as well hang around for a while
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| Call your dad on the phone, oh
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| He changed his mind last Monday
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| So you’ve gotta leave by Sunday, yeah
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| Oh, you’ve lost your lipgloss, honey
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| Oh yeah
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| Now nothing you do can turn him on
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| There’s something wrong
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| You had it once but now it’s gone
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| Oh, and you feel such a fool
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| For laughing at bad jokes and putting up with all of his friends
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| And kissing in public
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| What are they gonna say when they run into you again?
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| That your stomach looks bigger and your hair is a mess
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| And your eyes are just holes in your face
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| And it rains every day and when it doesn’t
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| The sun makes you feel worse anyway, oh
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| Though you knew there was no way it was gonna last forever
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| It still shook you when he told you in a letter
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| That he didn’t wanna see you
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| You nearly lost your mind, oh yeah
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| Oh, you’ve lost your lipgloss, honey
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| Oh yeah
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| Now nothing you do can turn him on
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| There’s something wrong
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| You had it once but now it’s gone, oh yeah
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| Oh, you’ve lost your lipgloss, honey
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| Oh yeah
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| Now nothing you do can turn him on
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| There’s something wrong
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| You had it once but now it’s gone
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| Oh yeah
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| Oh yeah
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| Oh yeah
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| Oh, ooh
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| Oh yeah |