| Oh no, there she goes, dressed up in daddy’s clothes
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| Quick while he’s still away
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| Slip into his shoes, zip up them denim blues
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| And let yourself fade away
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| Walk to your front door, meet me by my old house
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| Wait there by the side
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| And I think I’m into you, but what am I to do?
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| Girl, are you a guy?
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| And I can’t see us walking down the aisle
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| How does it look through other people’s eyes?
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| How does it feel with someone else’s thighs?
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| I just can’t relate 'cause I don’t feel the same
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| I am waiting, I am ready
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| I can’t see us walking down the aisle
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| Crashing private parts, electric plastic skin
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| Truth is on the tongue, come on and slip it in
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| I just can’t relate 'cause I don’t feel the same
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| I am waiting, I am ready
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| Oh no, there she goes, dressed up in daddy’s clothes
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| Quick while he’s still away
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| Slip into his shoes, zip up them denim blues
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| And let yourself fade away |