| A girl pukes out the window on her car door
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| Her childish eyes say, «I don’t want this anymore
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| I want to be a woman
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| No, no, see, I don’t want to be no whore»
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| January 1, 1994
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| A new year’s resolution
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| A cause for celebration
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| But idle hesitation
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| Reminds me I am just a whore
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| Hate to tell her
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| That I saw them standing closely in the cellar
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| It all ticked off, it’s twelve o’clock
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| The screams wouldn’t stop
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| The New Year dawn got tucked away into a hole
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| So could you tell her, tell her that I’m all alone
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| This New Year came too soon
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| But I knew it would be you
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| To tear up all my thoughts
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| Of how I thought it was
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| Say goodbye
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| If you’re leaving me, could you at least let me know?
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| Say goodbye
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| If you want to leave, then I suggest you go
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| Let’s smoke cigarettes
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| But we haven’t got a thing that we can light them with
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| We’ll just wait here for a fight
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| Then we can bum a light
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| You’re the only ones who really give a shit tonight
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| It reminds me how nothing ever turns out right
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| And all I want is you
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| All you want is something new
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| So let’s turn out all the lights
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| And pretend we’re someone else tonight |