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A little red-headed girl
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Stood at the mirror
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Studying her face
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She didn't like her nose
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And all of those freckles
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She'd love to erase
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Her inventory told the story
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And from where she stood
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There's so much she would change
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Oh if she could
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As she said to herself
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I'd be anyone else
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If it were up to me
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Her mom walked in
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And said with a grin
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One day girl you'll see
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There's a million stars
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In the summer sky
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And each one has its name
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There's a million snowflakes
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In the wintertime
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But no two are quite the same
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And there's something
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You can't see right now
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But one day girl you'll know
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In a field that's full of daisy's
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You're the only rose
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You can talk about clothes
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Talk about make-up
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That's a matter of style
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And I bet Mona Lisa's mother
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Heard her daughter say
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She didn't like her smile
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What's inside you just can't hide
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'Cause beauty runs so deep
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And one day you'll knock
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Some young man right off his feet
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There's a million stars
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In the summer sky
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And each one has its name
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There's a million snowflakes
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In the wintertime
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But no two are quite the same
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And there's something
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You can't see right now
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But one day girl you'll know
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In a field that's full of daisy's
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You're the only rose
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In a field that's full of daisy's
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You're the only rose
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The Only Rose
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| The Wilkinsons |
