| There’s a girl over there
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| Sitting up in the chair
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| I would not be caring if she
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| Didn’t keep on staring at me hair
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| Here she comes walking fast
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| With her head in a cast
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| I should be excited but
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| I’m not all that delighted with her
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| She don’t know what to do with herself
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| She don’t know how to see
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| She is boring and talks to herself
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| She don’t know a thing about me
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| As she talks to my ear
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| I don’t know why I’m here
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| Everything she’s stated is
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| Usually related to me hair
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| Though she looks very nice
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| She could use some advice
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| No one sees the glory
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| Of her formulated story, pity
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| She don’t know what to do with herself
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| She don’t know how to see
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| She is boring and talks to herself
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| She don’t know a thing about me
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| All she needs is a boy
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| Who can show her the ropes, I hope
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| All she needs is some dope
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| All she needs is some hope
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| Now she’s gone back to school
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| Cause she hates ridicule
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| I could see her crying
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| As I shouted out «Goodbye forever»
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| She don’t know what to do with herself
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| She don’t know how to see
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| She is boring and talks to herself
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| She don’t know a thing about me
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| She don’t know what to do with herself
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| She don’t know how to see
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| She is boring and talks to herself
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| She don’t know a thing about me
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| She don’t know what to do with herself
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| She don’t know how to see
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| She is boring and talks to herself
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| She don’t care about me |