| They want the girls with the hips
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| They want the girls in the movies
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| Want the girls with the prettiest smile
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| Seemingly perfect life, movie, movie
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| Want the girls with the lips
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| And the cascading hair
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| Little do we all know that the vanity we see
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| We all share, we all share
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| Pretty girl, talking 'bout a pretty girl
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| Pretty girl, oh
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| Can I play inside your pretty curls?
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| Because you’re such a fucking pretty girl
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| Such a fucking pretty girl, oh
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| I want a girl who’s got a light
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| That makes me squint when I look in her eyes
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| She doesn’t give a fuck when emotions run amuck
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| She’s alright, she’s alright
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| Want a girl who knows herself
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| Like her favorite book right on the shelf
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| That she’s read a million times
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| Passion’s there, she can’t decline
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| And still find the design
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| Yeah, I’m talking 'bout a pretty girl
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| Talking 'bout a pretty girl
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| Talking 'bout a pretty girl, oh
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| Can I play inside your pretty curls?
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| 'Cause you’re such a fucking pretty girl
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| Such a fucking pretty girl, oh
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| Her planet so bright, can’t see shit
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| Her planet so bright, can’t see shit
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| Her planet so bright, can’t see shit
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| Her planet so bright, can’t see shit
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| Can’t see it, can’t see it |