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She looks ahead, she paints her toe nails red, |
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She's wet and wild, a typical 90's child, |
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She makes every move they make, |
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She takes everything they take, |
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She must be a thelma or louise, |
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She must be a post-modern sleaze |
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Unscrew the wine, she'll throw a party line, |
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Stories extreme, she's such a drama queen, |
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Cries through the night, she choked on marlboro lites, |
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Pure charm and grace, she hates her pretty face, |
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She makes every move they make, |
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She takes everything they take, |
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She must be a thelma or louise, |
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She must be a post-modern sleaze |
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Straw spun from gold, she craves a tortured soul, |
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All doom and gloom, she plays an open wound, |
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She takes every scene they steal, |
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She takes every pain they feel, |
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She must be a thelma or louise, |
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She must be a post-modern sleaze |
