| Well you were dressed for success
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| But they were not impressed
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| By your runaway fashion show
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| Rejected and turned down
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| Wrong place, wrong crowd
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| Little girl you’re not alone
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| You’ve got a winning personality
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| Being you sure ain’t no crime
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| It’s so hard to find anyone genuine
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| It’s a world of fakes and cheaters
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| Being true blue ain’t no crime
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| You gotta hold on to your pride
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| And you’ll make it in your sweet time
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| So C’mon (c'mon)
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| C’mon (c'mon)
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| You’ve gotta shake those tears away
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| So C’mon (c'mon)
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| C’mon (c'mon)
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| Every dog must have it’s day
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| So C’mon (c'mon)
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| C’mon (c'mon)
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| You’ve gotta shake your fears away
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| So C’mon (c'mon)
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| C’mon (c'mon)
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| Every dog must have it’s day
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| You’ll have your day… okay!
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| You’ve got your brand-new friends
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| They were just pretend
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| They were only fooling youse
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| You gave them your all
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| They bluffed, you called
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| Little girl you ain’t no fool
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| You’ve got individuality
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| Being you sure ain’t no crime
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| It’s so hard to find anyone genuine
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| It’s a world of mindless losers
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| Being lonely ain’t no crime |
| You gotta hold that head up high
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| And you’ll make it in your sweet time
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| (Rep't Chorus) |