| One day you’ll be good
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| You won’t know why it scared you
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| You’ll act just like you should
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| You’ll fix that awful hairdo
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| Any day now
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| Any day now
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| One day you’ll be smart
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| You’ll answer to no other
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| You’ll outwit Uncle Sam
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| Trying to track you under cover
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| Any day now
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| Any day now
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| You’ll laugh out loud in that fancy restaurant
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| They’ll tease you, «How'd you get so handsome?»
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| Captivate the crowd, like some rosy debutante
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| And hold a lover’s gaze for ransom
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| One day you’ll come back
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| Surrender to your season
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| You’ll rake over your tracks
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| And write down all your reasons
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| Any day now
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| Any day now
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| One day you’ll be stoned
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| In the school supply department
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| And you’ll freak out and run back home
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| And you will cry in your apartment
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| Any day now
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| Any day now
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| If it gives you hell, and you feel like someone else
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| And you stay up nights and wait for the meteor
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| Do not show your sweat, and do not soon forget
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| That I still loved you long before
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| You laughed out loud in that fancy restaurant
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| They teased you, «How'd you get so handsome?»
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| Captivate the crowd, like some rosy debutante
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| And hold a lover’s gaze for ransom |