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Dressed like that you must be living in a different world |
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And your mother doesn't know why you can't look like all the other girls |
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They stop you in the street - they wanna know your name |
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To reach you on the phone - cause they know your game |
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Always running up the alley - trying to get home |
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Or standing on the corner - never alone |
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And I don't wanna get over you |
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It doesn't matter what you do |
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I just can't get over you - over you |
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You say the boys with the bikes and the leathers like to beat you to hell |
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And the girls where you work don't treat you too well |
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You think you're such a smacker - but you ain't so bad |
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Get what you want - with looks like that |
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Always running up the alley - trying to get home |
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Or standing on the corner - never alone |
