| (Da-de-da-de-da, da-da-de-da-da, de-da-da)
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| (Da-de-da-de-da, da-da-de-da-da, de-da-da)
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| (Da-de-da-de-da, da-da-de-da-da, de-da-da)
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| (Da-de-da-de-da, da-da-de-da-da, de-da-da)
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| (Da-de-da-de-da, da-da-de-da-da, de-da-da)
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| (Da-de-da-de-da, da-da-de-da-da, de-da-da)
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| (Da-de-da-de-da, da-da-de-da-da, de-da-da)
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| (Da-de-da-de-da, da-da-de-da-da, de-da-da)
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| She said, she's new at this
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| Through with this, what's love got to do with this?
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| She wants to feel like a woman
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| And take pride in what she's doin'
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| They want control of her
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| I push the buttons in remote for her
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| And keep her down, keep her down
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| They just forgivin' 'cause she's livin' underground
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| She's gonna put her face upon a picture, upon a cover
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| Let the world and all its riches, no, she's good as all the others
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| Got a drop-dead face and a million dollar smile
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| She takes to the stage and the crowd goes wild
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| She's gonna put her face upon a picture, upon a cover
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| Let the world and all its riches, no, she's good as all the others
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| Got a drop-dead face and a million dollar smile
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| She takes to the stage and the crowd goes wild
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| Hey, hey, hey, yeah, she'll be okay
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| She got a million dollar smile and a drop-dead face
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| Hey, hey, hey, yeah, she's no one's fool
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| She wrap the money 'round her finger like she just dropped school
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| Hey, hey, hey, from her high-heeled shoes
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| She came in holding nothing, she got nothin' to lose
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| Hey, hey, hey, yeah, she'll be alright
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| 'Cause if the heart's still beating, then she's still in the fight
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| (Da-de-da-de-da, da-da-de-da-da, de-da-da)
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| (Da-de-da-de-da, da-da-de-da-da, de-da-da)
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| (Da-de-da-de-da, da-da-de-da-da, de-da-da)
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| (Da-de-da-de-da, da-da-de-da-da, de-da-da)
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| She dance like Fred Astaire
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| Christian Dior made the dress she wears
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| She puts on her make-up and she comes to life
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| She made herself a promise that she wouldn't live a lie
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| She's gonna put her face upon a picture, upon a cover
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| Let the world and all its riches, no, she's good as all the others
|
| Got a drop-dead face and a million dollar smile
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| She takes to the stage and the crowd goes wild
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| She's gonna put her face upon a picture, upon a cover
|
| Let the world and all its riches, no, she's good as all the others
|
| Got a drop-dead face and a million dollar smile
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| She takes to the stage and the crowd goes wild
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| Hey, hey, hey, yeah, she'll be okay
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| She got a million dollar smile and a drop-dead face
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| Hey, hey, hey, yeah, she's no one's fool
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| She wrap the money 'round her finger like she just dropped school
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| Hey, hey, hey, from her high-heeled shoes
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| She came in holding nothing, she got nothin' to lose
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| Hey, hey, hey, yeah, she'll be alright
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| 'Cause if the heart's still beating, then she's still in the fight
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| (Da-de-da-de-da, da-da-de-da-da, de-da-da)
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| (Da-de-da-de-da, da-da-de-da-da, de-da-da)
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| (Da-de-da-de-da, da-da-de-da-da, de-da-da)
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| (Da-de-da-de-da, da-da-de-da-da, de-da-da) |