| So your girlfriend wants to be a popstar
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| And beat the charts out of me
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| She wants to move a million units, man
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| Probably just to prove she can
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| And after a couple of hits
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| She’ll be buying a new pair of mitts
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| I can see just where she’s headin'
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| She’s as predictable as armageddon, uh
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| They don’t make 'em like they used to
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| No they don’t, they don’t make 'em like they used to
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| They don’t make 'em like they used to
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| You should have just stuck with me
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| Your girlfriend wants to be a popstar
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| And live in Primrose Hill
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| Where she’ll join the meritocracy
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| And get to meet all of rock’s aristocracy
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| Be someone everyone knows
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| Who all the designers send all their new clothes
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| But when she starts to look like Kylie Minogue
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| She might even get her picture in Vogue, yeah
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| Baby, they don’t make 'em like they used to
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| They don’t make 'em like they used to
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| No, they don’t make 'em like they used to, huh
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| You should have just stuck with me
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| Your baby wants to be a popstar
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| Probably just to spite me
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| But she thinks it’s so easy to get to the top
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| But a girl like that, she won’t know where to stop
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| But when her most recent therapist
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| Suggests that maybe she become a buddhist
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| She might even consider giving up red meat
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| Man, you’re gonna look back to when your life was so sweet
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| You know, they just don’t make 'em like they used to
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| No, they don’t make 'em like they used to, baby
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| They just don’t make 'em like they used to
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| Yeah, you should have just stuck with me
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| You should have just stuck with me, baby |