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(Shop, shop, shop 'till you drop) |
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(Shop, shop, shop 'till you drop) |
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Walking through this paradise |
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Oh, it seems so very nice |
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But only 'till you realise |
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That every jewel has its price |
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Strolling through the shopping mall |
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Look at that! Oh, way too small |
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Going home, cry down the mall |
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'cause nothing fits me after all |
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All you women |
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Go on shopping |
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That's what you're |
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Supposed to do |
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You like to compare |
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The thousands of colours |
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And eventually go home blue |
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Pretty dresses look so fine |
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Oh, I want to make them mine |
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don't tell me we don't have the time |
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Oh, you bet, I'm gonna stand in line |
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All you fellows, do watch out |
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Always tell her you're so proud |
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Even when she's freaking out |
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Say that she looks marvelous and say it out loud |
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All you women |
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Go on shopping |
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That's what you're |
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Supposed to do |
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You like to compare |
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The thousands of colours |
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And eventually go home blue |
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All you women |
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Go on shopping |
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That's what you're |
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Supposed to do |
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You like to compare |
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The thousands of colours |
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And eventually go home blue |
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All you women |
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Go on shopping |
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That's what you're |
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supposed to do |
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We like to compare |
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The thousands of colours |
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And eventually go home blue |
