| Tonya Harding, my star
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| Well this world is a cold one
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| But it takes one to know one
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| And God only knows what you are
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| Just some Portland white trash
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| You confronted your sorrow
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| Like there was no tomorrow
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| While the rest of the world only laughed
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| Triple axel on high
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| A delightful disaster
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| You jumped farther and faster
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| You were always so full of surprises
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| Are your laces untied?
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| What’s the frown on your face for?
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| And just what are the skates for now?
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| Tell me which is your good side?
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| Are you lonely at night?
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| Do you miss all the glory
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| Or the mythical story
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| Of the Olympian life?
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| Yamaguchi in red
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| She had high rise and roses
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| And red-carpet poses
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| And her outfit was splendid
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| Nancy Kerrigan’s charm
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| Well she took quite a beating
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| So you’re not above cheating
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| Can you blame her for crying?
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| Tonya, you were the brightest
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| Yeah you rose from the ashes
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| And survived all the crashes
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| Wiping the blood from your white tights
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| Has the world had its fun?
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| Yeah they’ll make such a hassle
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| And they’ll build you a castle
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| Then destroy it when they’re done
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| Tonya Harding, my friend
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| Well this world is a bitch, girl
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| Don’t end up in a ditch, girl
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| I’ll be watching you close to the end
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| So fight on as you are
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| My American princess
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| May God bless you with incense
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| You’re my shining American star
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| You’re my shining American star
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| You’re my shining American star |