Words & Music by Stephen Duffy & Steven Page
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If I were you (and I wish that I were you),
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All the things I'd do to make myself turn blue
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I suppose I'd start by removing all my clothes,
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tie my pantyhose around my neck
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I'll be that girl -- and you would be right over
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If I were a field, you would be in clover
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If I were the sun, you would be in shadow
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And if I had a gun, there'd be no tomorrow
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If you will not have me as myself,
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perhaps as someone else
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Perhaps as you I'll be worth noticing
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Then even a eunuch won't resist
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The magic of a kiss from such as me
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I'll be that girl -- and you would be right over
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If I were a field, you would be in clover
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If I were the sun, you would be in shadow
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If I had a gun, there'd be no tomorrow
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It's time to kick off your shoes,
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learn how to choose sadness
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It's time to throw off those chains,
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addle our brains with madness
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'Cause we've got plenty of time
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to grow old and die
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But when at last your beauty's faded
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you'll be glad that I have waited for you
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When you're done
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with being beautiful and young
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When that course is run, then come to me
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I'll be that girl -- and you would be right over
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If I were a field, you would be in clover
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If I were the sun, you would be in shadow
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I'll Be That Girl
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| Barenaked Ladies |
