I think she's the prettiest lady I've ever seen
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Her hair it has meaning and volume and such a sheen
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Sometimes, I think maybe I could go and talk to her
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Her eyes, they look lonely for all way yeah and inner
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Oh, baby
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The socialites, who act so nice
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Will never begin to let you in
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They'll act surprised, apologize
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We'll never let on the face you wear is wrong
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I'm gonna try combing my hair in a thousand ways
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Maybe he will notice and maybe look my way
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Oh baby, the other guys who act so nice
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Will never begin to let you in
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Stars in their eyes, they'll apologize
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We'll never let on
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When you meet someone real
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But they don't know where I'm going
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It's not impossible to show her
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To show it, to open up
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The socialites, who act so nice
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Won't ever begin to let you in
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They'll act surprised, they'll apologize
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Won't ever let on, the face you wear is all wrong
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I'm glad they're the ones on the other side of the glass
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Who knows what my spirit is worth in cold hard cash
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Oh baby
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The Socialites
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| Dirty Projectors |
