| She’s star, starcrazy
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| Electric-shock-bog-brush-hair
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| Flat on her back in the '80s
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| In the '90s going nowhere
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| Star, starcrazy
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| Got a kicking transistor inside
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| A heavy metal stutter that brains me
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| And an electric love in her eyes
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| Oh, she don’t want education
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| She got nothing to say
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| She got no imagination, so they say
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| So why does she feel this way?
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| So why does she feel this way?
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| Cos she’s star, starcrazy
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| Getting stupid on the streets tonight
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| And shaking like a mechanical thing
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| With an electric love in her eyes
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| Oh, she don’t want education
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| She got nothing to say
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| She got no imagination, so they say
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| So why does she feel this way?
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| So why does she feel this way?
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| Violence
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| Violence
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| She don’t want education
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| She got nothing to say
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| She got no imagination, so they say
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| So why does she feel this way?
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| Oh, she don’t want education
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| She got nothing to say
|
| She got no imagination, so they say
|
| So why does she feel this way?
|
| Oh, she don’t want education
|
| She got nothing to say
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| She got no imagination, so they say
|
| So why does she feel this way?
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| So why does she feel this way?
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| So why does she feel this way? |