| I thought they didn’t make women like you anymore
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| Kindness in spades, patience galore
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| Elegant ways, but ready for war
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| I thought they didn’t make women like you anymore
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| You’re modest enough to not strut your stuff
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| But confident enough to know ya got it
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| You don’t need someone’s validations
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| Couldn’t care less who’s offering
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| I thought they didn’t make women like you anymore
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| All of these princesses are such a bore
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| You’re a queen and you’re the girl next door
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| I thought they didn’t make women like you anymore
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| You have the perseverance and follow through
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| To build your career if you choose
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| You understand compromise, jealousy too
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| Taught me about blessings and baby blues
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| Oh, until I met you, I searched this place
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| For someone with class, conviction, and grace
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| I thought it impossible, it couldn’t be discovered
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| Like a car full of pretty girls that don’t hate each other
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| You know how men think, we rarely move past
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| Appraising a woman’s appearance
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| Well, judge as we may, we dig our own graves
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| Still, I think it’s alright to say this
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| Oh, you look good in a T-shirt, All Stars, and jeans
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| Look good all done up in makeup and bling
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| Look good in pajamas and sharp tailored suits
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| Look good in dresses and cowboy boots
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| I thought they didn’t make women like you anymore
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| Passion for days, compassion galore
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| I am amazed and grateful to
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| God and your mother for women like you
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| You, you, you |