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Sweet miranda, on the veranda |
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You really keep your ice-cream cold |
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Mine's melting in my hand, |
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I don't understand, |
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I guess you never could have been told. |
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You want to be a star |
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Yes you are. |
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Driving back home from my venture |
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I'm really feeling empty handed |
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Hand's on my stick |
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It's making me sick |
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Why did you leave me out in the cold. |
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You want to be a star |
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Yes you are. |
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Maybe you tried but you missed it |
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Maybe you tried it again |
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Maybe you tried but you missed it |
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Long goodbye. |
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Thought my viper would excite her |
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Believing what the good book had told |
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I showed her my pet |
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She phoned for the vet |
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Then killed it with a mean strangle hold. |
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You want to be a star |
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Yes you are. |
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Maybe you tried but you missed it |
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Maybe you tried it again |
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Maybe you tried but you missed it |
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Long goodbye. |
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You got me running girl |
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I'm an astronaut |
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But I just seem to burst in flame |
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You got me running girl |
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I'm a laid-back tiger but I'm never tame. |
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Little queeny have you seen me |
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I'm waiting every night at ten |
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Hands on your hips |
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Blood on your lips |
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I make it but I just don't know when. |
