| Dressed like that you must be living in a different world
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| And your mother doesn’t know why you can’t look like all the other girls
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| Boys stop you on the street, they wanna know your name
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| To reach you on the phone cos they know your game
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| Always running up the alley trying to get home
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| Or standing on the corner never alone
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| And I don’t wanna get over you
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| It doesn’t matter what you do
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| I just can’t get over you, over you
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| You say the boys with the bikes and the leathers 'd like to beat you to hell
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| And the girls where you work don’t treat you too well
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| You think you’re such a smart girl but you ain’t so bad
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| Get what you want with looks like that
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| Always running up the alley trying to get home
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| Or standing on the corner never alone
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| And I don’t wanna get over you
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| It doesn’t matter what you do
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| I just can’t get over you, over you
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| Dressed like that you must be living in a different world
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| And your mother doesn’t know why you can’t look like all the other girls
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| Boys stop you on the street, they wanna know your name
|
| To reach you on the phone cos they know your game
|
| Always running up the alley trying to get home
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| Or standing on the corner never alone
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| And I don’t wanna get over you
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| It doesn’t matter what you do
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| I just can’t get over you, over you
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| And I don’t wanna get over you
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| It doesn’t matter what you do
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| I just can’t get over you, over you
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| And I don’t wanna get over you
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| It doesn’t matter what you do
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| I just can’t get over you, over you
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| And I don’t wanna get over you
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| It doesn’t matter what you do
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| I just can’t get over you, over you |