| She buys a new dress for the party,
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| She always looks good in red.
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| Turns around in front of the mirror
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| And disappears inside of her head.
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| She wonders if he’ll even remember,
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| She asked him in a casual way.
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| Just incase he didn’t want to go with her,
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| In that event she knew just what she would say.
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| She thought of maybe asking a girlfriend,
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| Even though she only has one or two.
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| She’s always done much better with boys anyway,
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| So who needs girlfriends?
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| Pacing nervous across the floor of her bedroom,
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| Gripping tight the phone in her hand.
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| Fighting beck the rush of emotions,
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| And dreaming of just having a man.
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| It’s a long walk, and the music is loud.
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| She sees an old friend,
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| As she walks through the crowd.
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| Puts on her best smile,
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| But underneath she’s a broken girl.
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| But It’s a long walk, and the music is loud.
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| She sees an old friend,
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| As she walks through the crowd.
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| Puts on her best smile,
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| But she will always be a broken girl.
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| She struggles with an awful decision,
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| Stay at home or walk in alone.
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| Her mother does her best to console her,
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| Her father doesn’t know what to say.
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| Puts on her makeup, puts on the new dress.
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| Holds her head high, then gets in the car.
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| Tells herself that no one will notice,
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| Assuming she can make it that far.
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| On the way she imagines reactions.
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| Cupped hands whispering into ears.
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| Secretly hoping that he’ll be there watching,
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| And she’s also hoping he won’t.
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| Walking tentative alone up the driveway,
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| Sees some people smoking off to the side.
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| She stops and waits until they go back in,
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| Crosses her fingers and follows behind.
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| He’ll never get you,
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| He will never understand.
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| He’ll never get you, you can find a better man.
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| This might be the time to break down.
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| Hush child don’t make a sound. |