| Here I am
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| All alone and all dressed up to kill
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| But I’d much rather be with the boys
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| Than be with you
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| Here I am
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| With the gang, I don’t care where you are
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| But I’d much rather be with the boys
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| Than be with you
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| I hold up my head up high when I walk down the street
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| Now I’m a boy who’s standing on his own two feet
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| Don’t try to call me cause now I know the score
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| And now I know I don’t need you anymore
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| Who’s fooling who
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| It’s over now, and no sense looking back
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| But I’d much rather be with the boys
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| Than be with you
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| Here I am
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| With the cats, I don’t care if they’re all brats
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| But I’d much rather be with the boys
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| Yes I’d much rather be with the boys
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| No I’d much rather be with the boys
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| Than girls like you
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| Than girls like you you you you you
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| You you you you you you you you
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| Than girls like you |