| Smart ass little girl, always on the run
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| Playin' with fire and daddy’s gun
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| Fallin' in love on stolen wine
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| Where did we go wrong, my foolish child?
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| She said, I’m too young to drink
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| Too green to think
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| You say these things and it wears me out
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| Too young, too frail but sometimes I feel
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| Like old blue jeans
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| 'Cause you wear me out, you wear me out
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| Well who are you to judge, miss accidental wife?
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| Who was the genius that brought me to life?
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| Well you’re such a hypocrite, to think me so unwise
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| I’m just trying to see the world
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| Through my own eyes
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| But you say, I’m too young to drink
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| Too green to think
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| You say these things and it wears me out
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| Too young, too frail but sometimes I feel
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| Like old blue jeans
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| 'Cause you wear me out, you wear me out
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| Well I’m tattered and torn, see what you do?
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| Just admit it was all because of you
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| When I don’t come home 'til the early morning
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| I’m too young to drink
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| Too green to think
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| You say these things and it wears me out
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| Too young, too frail but sometimes I feel
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| Like old blue jeans
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| 'Cause you wear me out, you wear me out
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| Don’t you know that you wear me out
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| You wear me out |