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Pretty charms, pretty little charms |
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See how they sparkle in the sun |
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Ding dong ding listen to them ring |
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They seem to be telling everyone |
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That you're my-y baby |
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With a twist of your wrist it can be told |
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You're my-y baby |
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There it is, in fourteen ca-a-a-ra-a-at golden |
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Pretty charms, pretty little charms |
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Starting from the day we met |
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The Sweet Sixteen, the moments in between |
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That New Year's Eve we won't forget |
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So if some guy should ask you |
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If some night you're free |
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Wave him away with a wave of your arms |
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Do as I say, just blind 'em with your charms |
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And show him you belong to me |
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So if some guy should ask you |
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If some night you're free |
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Wave him away with a wave of your arms |
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Do what I say, just blind 'em with your charms |
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And show him you belong to me |
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(Pretty charms, pretty little charms) |
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(Pretty charms, pretty little charms) |
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(Pretty charms, pretty little charms) |
