Carrie's a cold one, colder than the winter sun
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I should warn you, you better dress for it
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And I'm not the only one that thinks so
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Beauty is skin deep, and yes, she is thick-skinned
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But what's that for virtue?
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(chorus)
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You want her to say some, say something, say anything,
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Or say nothing at all...
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Say some, say something, say anything,
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Or say nothing at all...
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She's browsing for postcards, staring back at the covergirls on the magazines
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Even the clerk is checking her out
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She's unaware that she owns the scene
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Though everyone goes out of their way for her
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And all her life reads like some fairy tale
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But her world is so frail
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What did I tell you, she never looks out her window to see the setting sun
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You tell her the skies are blue, she'll say the storms will come
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Because every day is rain, every day is rain...
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Say Something
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| Ellis Paul |
