| She was a very good girl
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| Did all her homework in school
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| Always came home with top marks
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| Teachers said you will go far
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| So she buried her nose in her books
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| And she never had time for those looks
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| For the boys had noticed her frame
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| Had grown into a figure number eight
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| Call her your Prisstina
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| Would you put her under glass?
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| Would you like to study?
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| 'Cause she's got such perfect class
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| Oh, you want to tempt her
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| With your dirty rock n' roll
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| Call her your Prisstina
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| She's such a pretty girl
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| She went on to study ivy-league
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| And to rack up points on her degree
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| While the other girls fondled their dates
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| She fooled around with her Bunsen plate
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| But one night she was walking around
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| She passed a club with music so loud
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| She wondered what it would be like
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| To stay out with a co-ed all night
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| Call her your Prisstina
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| Would you put her under glass?
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| Would you like to study?
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| 'Cause she's got such perfect class
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| Oh, you want to tempt her
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| With your dirty rock n' roll
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| Call her your Prisstina
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| She's such a pretty girl
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| The party's already started and the music's drifting in
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| Don't wait on your fairy godmother she's late on her way to you
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| Should you trust that old Prince Charming
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| You know he never did you any good
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| But have yourself a ball, Prisstina, do all the things I would!
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| Call her your Prisstina
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| Would you put her under glass?
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| Would you like to study?
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| 'Cause she's got such perfect class
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| Oh, you want to tempt her
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| With your dirty rock n' roll
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| Call her your Prisstina
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| She's such a pretty girl
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| She will go to the head of the class
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| And all you boys need to get a late pass
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| 'Cause she'll leave those dull lads behind
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| Yeah that girl is ahead of her time |