| Oh, oh
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| Oh, oh
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| You said I’m plain and fickle
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| Looks like I don’t know you and you don’t know me
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| At all
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| But your lips taste so simple
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| Like a spoonful of vanilla flavored ice cream
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| My love
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| I know I’m not made of lace and
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| Lace and potpourri
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| But there’s nobody like me
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| You’re boring, face it
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| At your best you’re still basic
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| You’re everything I hate about our youth
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| I’m lost and hysteric
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| Anything but generic
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| Don’t ever, don’t ever, don’t you dare ever call me vanilla
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| I’m a mixture of water and bone
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| Not a clone or a stepping stone
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| See I am a lot of things
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| But I can assure you I’m not what it is they say i am
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| Not lace nor potpourri
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| (Nobody like me)
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| You’re boring, face it
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| At your best you’re still basic
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| You’re everything I hate about our youth
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| I’m lost and hysteric
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| Anything but generic
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| Don’t ever, don’t ever, don’t you dare ever call me
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| So what’s the matter
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| Pretty, pretty
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| Really is a pity
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| Your flavor of choice
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| I know that this may be a whisper
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| But it’s just our voice
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| And it says, and it says, oh it says, yeah it says
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| You’re boring, so just face it
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| At your best, oh, you’re still faceless
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| Yeah, you’re everything I hate about our youth
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| (Oh, oh
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| Oh, oh)
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| I am lost and hysteric
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| Anything but generic
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| And I never, I never, I never want to be called vanilla
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| No, no
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| (Oh, oh
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| Oh, oh)
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| Don’t you call me vanilla
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| No, no, no
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| (Oh, oh
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| Oh, oh) |