She's got a photograph of David Bowie
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In a Victorian hand made frame
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Signed backstage by a roadie in his name
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She's got Hemingway in her bedside table
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And a pistol under a pillow beside her head
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The bullets round her neck
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She wants to wear suits
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A cocktail waitress smokes Gauloises Blondes
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She's been taking tips from tables for too long
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She drinks frozen Stolichnaya
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She likes powders from Peru
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She don't like no one to tell her what to do
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Chorus
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She wants to be somebody, be somebody, be somebody, Somebody special
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She wants to be somebody, be somebody, be somebody, Somebody special
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She wants to wear suits
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She's got a nasty reputation as a cruel dude
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She likes Japanese movies, she likes Chinese food
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She's got handmade patent leather shoes riding on her feet
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She knows the lifestyle that she wants and she's willing to compete
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Chorus
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She put her mind to the classroom but outside
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She learned more from giving head
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She gave her innocence to someone that she once considered a close friend
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She gave her hand to the quarterback on loan to the local football team
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He gave his world as security, his heart as deposit on the dream
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But, she wants to wear suits
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Chorus
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She's got a wedding ring
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That's Cartier as far as you can tell
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She threw it down the local wishing well
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She'd lost it in the kitchen sink
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Or in a desert motel room
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The insurance claim just couldn't come too soon
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She wants to be somebody, be somebody, be somebody, Somebody special
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She wants to be somebody, be somebody, be somebody, Somebody special
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She's somebody special
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Do you want to be somebody special
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Could you be somebody special
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Somebody special
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(Dick/Boult/Paton)
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Somebody Special
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