| You were once a sweet little girl
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| So innocent and pure
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| Your eyes were open and sure
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| Anyone could look right in
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| And I followed closely your gaze
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| You looked up towards the sky
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| I watched your face drift away
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| Other things had caught your eye
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| Oh, the magazines and media supplied you with their plastic protocol
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| Oh, and maybe music television really is the devil after all
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| But all I can say is I knew you before, you were beautiful back then
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| Before you grew up, before you gave in
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| And you dream of sharing your heart
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| Instead you share your bed
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| And your heart beats empty and cold
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| With all the tears you have shed
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| And you dream of baring your soul
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| Instead you bare more skin
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| And you wear dark glasses to keep
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| Anyone from looking in
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| Oh, the magazines and media supplied you with their plastic protocol
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| Oh, and maybe music television really is the devil after all
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| But all I can say is I knew you before, you were beautiful back then
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| Before you grew up, before you gave in
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| And all you want is to hear the words
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| «Dear baby, I love you»
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| So you hike your skirt higher still
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| Till their eyes are all on you
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| You drive in fast foreign cars
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| The color of your sin
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| And you tint your windows to keep
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| Anyone from looking in
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| Oh, and all I can say is I knew you before, you were beautiful back then
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| Before you grew up, before you gave in
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| And all I can say is I knew you before, you were beautiful back then
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| You could be beautiful again |