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She wakes up in the morning |
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With a pain in her jet black head |
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A decaf coffee in her hand |
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And a Marlboro red |
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She drives down to the office |
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In her Japanese car |
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With the radio blasting |
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She dreams of taking it too far |
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But today she'll pay the bills |
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She won't think about the thrills |
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That pass away |
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She's an all American girl |
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An all American girl |
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And she will live and die in this man's world |
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An all American girl |
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Her eyes are black as leather |
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And her hair is killer red |
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How could she keep the baby |
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When she can barely keep her head |
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She don't owe nobody nothing |
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And she ain't on the street |
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But these drinks are getting heavy |
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And these lips are getting weak |
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She don't understand |
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Why she can't climb out of the sand |
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And break away |
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She's an all American girl |
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An all American girl |
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And she will live and die in this man's world |
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An all American girl |
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Her lover never came home |
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And it's half past three |
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Today her best friend told her |
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He's HIV |
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Something's gotta give somewhere |
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Forcing circles into squares |
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She keeps pushing on |
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She's an all American girl |
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An all American girl |
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And she will live and die in this man's world |
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An all American girl |
