| Her parents are of low wit
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| But she’s brighter than them, She’s brighter than them
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| Spills her words like a poet
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| She’s brighter than them, She’s brighter than them
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| All the men I know agree
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| She’s the finest thing you’ll see
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| But they don’t really know it
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| Cause I’m righter than them
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| I’m righter than them
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| I’m righter, righter
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| Right there in her demeanor
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| You can feel her soul coming over in waves
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| Dirtier and cleaner
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| Than the kind of soul that Jesus saves
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| What’s the matter with this girl
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| She could claim the whole wide world
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| But she thinks that obscener
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| Cause she’s brighter than me, She’s brighter than me
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| She’s brighter, righter
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| Watch her face, look at her eyes
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| She was born to shame the dawn and the sunrise
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| Watch her face, look at those eyes
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| She was born to shame the dawn and the sunrise
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| Her parents are of low wit
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| But she’s brighter than them, She’s brighter than them
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| Spills her words like a poet
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| She’s brighter than them, Much brighter than them
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| All the men I know agree
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| She’s the finest thing you’ll see
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| But they don’t really know it
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| Cause I’m righter than them, I’m righter than them
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| She’s brighter, brighter |