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Talkin' bout a pretty girl |
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She got blues behind her eyes |
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You'd think that sadness and beauty is |
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an unexpected combination |
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But you can find it almost anywhere |
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you go |
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I'm talking 'bout a pretty girl |
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Life ain't easy, even when you're cute |
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People wanna put her in a frame |
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She can't walk the streets |
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without them calling her names |
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The thing about a pretty girl |
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She carries something people crave |
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She's like a promise someone broke |
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She's like a room you're not allowed |
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to go |
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She moves like everybody |
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wants to move |
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She looks like everybody |
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wants to look |
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Talking 'bout a pretty girl |
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Boys don't leave her on her own |
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They all want a piece of the cake |
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she puts on the table |
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She makes them all feel like they |
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should do more than they are able |
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I wanna go to bed now and fall asleep |
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I wanna wake up in the morning |
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in a quiet breeze |
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I don't need the agitation |
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of a dog in heat |
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Don't wanna jump around the room |
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on my tired feet |
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Lord, give me the power |
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of a peaceful mind |
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I wanna leave these rusty ideas behind |
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Daddy, teach me |
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'bout love and sensitivity |
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Teach me |
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'bout intelligence and positivity |
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Oh, teach me |
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Talking 'bout a pretty girl |
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She lives deep inside of me |
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Maybe she lives the life I will lead |
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in another lifetime |
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Maybe I got a little taste of being free |
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And that's how I know that |
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she can never be |
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She can never be that free |
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Not that pretty girl |
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If not even me |