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You're not the girl you think you are, no, no |
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They're not his shoes under your bed, yeah |
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He'll take you places in his car |
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That you won't forget, no |
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And all the people that you know, yeah |
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Will turn their heads as you go by |
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But you'll be hard to recognize |
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With the top down and the wind blowing, blowing |
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He won't deceive you but tell you the truth |
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Woman, he'll be no trouble |
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He won't write you letters full of excuses |
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Come on, believe you have one in a million |
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You're not the girl you think you are, yeah |
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Someone's standing in your place |
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The bathroom mirror makes you look tall |
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But it's all in your head, in your head |
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He won't deceive you but tell you the truth |
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Woman, he'll be no trouble |
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He won't write you letters full of excuses |
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Come on, believe you have one in a million |
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He won't deceive you but tell you the truth |
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Come on, believe you have one |
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You're not the girl you think you are |
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Believe you have one |
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You're not the girl you think you are |
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Believe you have one |
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You're not the girl you think you are |
