| Wouldn’t it be nice to be a heroine,
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| Cool and slinky with an appropriate smile?
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| Honey, I take sugar, two.
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| While he’s ranting an' raving,
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| Could you pass that cream?
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| I was looking to have a cupa tea.
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| Instead I freeze.
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| Seeing his next move, is it grabbing my hair?
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| Or bushing my tush till there’s no scream left?
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| Wouldn’t it be nice to be a heroine?
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| Wouldnit-wouldnit?
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| Wouldnit-wouldnit?
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| Wouldnit-wouldnit?
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| Wouldnit?
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| Mm —
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| Wouldn’t it be nice to be a hero,
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| Standing fast and easy with an appropriate grin?
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| Brother, not that way, they’ll take you away.
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| Mm, give me your gun,
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| It’s no use to anyone.
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| Instead I freeze.
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| Seeing if I shut up and stay real still,
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| Maybe he won’t kill, at least not me.
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| Wouldn’t it be nice to be a hero?
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| Wouldnit-wouldnit?
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| Wouldnit-wouldnit?
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| Wouldnit-wouldnit?
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| Wouldnit?
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| Mm —
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| Wouldn’t it be nice to be a star,
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| Shinin' and sparklin', looking down the whole and plenty?
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| Being looked up with a telescope
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| While my sister’s busy cutting the rope.
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| Daddy, you can’t touch me,
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| Mommy, you can’t hate me,
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| I’m a star, get it?
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| Instead I froze.
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| And I let them, I let them,
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| I let them pick my brain,
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| Twist my arm,
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| Cut my throat
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| And wish me dead.
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| But I’m still thinking,
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| Wouldn’t it be nice to be a star?
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| Wouldnit-wouldnit?
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| Wouldnit-wouldnit?
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| Wouldnit-wouldnit?
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| Wouldnit? |