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Girls Are you ready? |
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Every time |
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I go out I, |
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I, I Seeing you cannot hide, hide, hide |
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Whispering all around, round, round |
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I can never escape that sound, sound, sound |
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You have me on your mind |
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All of the time |
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Get in trouble now |
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Say our thoughts out loud |
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There are no boys allowed |
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Cuz you know girls, yeah |
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They be talking |
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Oh, girls |
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They be talking |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah |
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Girls They be talking |
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Oh, girls |
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They be talking |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah |
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We're decked out in glitter |
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And my sparks short and fitted |
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And my heals out of control |
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Queen of fist bump and foam |
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My lips bright and pink |
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Yeah, they're stabbing at me |
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And they think we don't see |
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So I step back and wink |
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Girls Now you keep blowing up my phone, phone, phone |
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Trying to get in my zone, zone, zone |
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Spreading rumors and speaking lies, lies, lies |
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Not gonna like what |
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I'll reply, reply, reply |
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You have me on your mind |
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All of the time |
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Get in trouble now |
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Say our thoughts out loud |
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There are no boys allowed |
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Cuz you know girls, yeah |
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They be talking |
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Oh, girls |
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They be talking |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah |
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Girls They be talking |
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Oh, girls |
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They be talking |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah |
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We're decked out in glitter |
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And my sparks short and fitted |
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And my heals out of control |
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Queen of fist bump and foam |
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My lips bright and pink |
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Yeah, they're stabbing at me |
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And they think we don't see |
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So I step back and wink |
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Girls Say ou, ah, na-na-na |
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Keep saying that blah blah blah |
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Little giggling ha-ha-ha |
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Keep giving that la-de-da |
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Say ou, ah, na-na-na |
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Keep saying that blah blah blah |
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Little giggling ha-ha-ha |
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Keep giving that la-de-da |
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You know girls, yeah |
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They be talking |
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Oh, girls |
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They be talking |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah |
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Girls They be talking |
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Oh, girls |
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They be talking |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah |
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We're decked out in glitter |
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And my sparks short and fitted |
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And my heals out of control |
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Queen of fist bump and foam |
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My lips bright and pink |
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Yeah, they're stabbing at me |
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And they think we don't see |
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So I step back and wink |
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Girls |
