There's a part of me
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That wants to be like her
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Perfect skin
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Long legs and blonde hair
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She's so popular
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It magnifies your worst fear
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But she's just living in her fake world
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That's too hard to bare
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She's got tons of angst
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To leek into your teenage minds
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But she's a beauty queen
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With liner dripping from her eyes
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Her tears keep burning holes
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Into her sick abusive lies
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All the poison tears
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And rips away at her
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You're a troubled girl just like me
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There's no need to hide your insecurities
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Chorus:
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(Cause) I can see
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I can see right through you
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I can see
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I can see the truth
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Her high schools full of guys
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That hang around
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And want a date
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Stand straight
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Shoulders back
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Oh she's so full of hate (wait)
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Lifts her skirt
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Pulls his hair
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That's why she's always late (hate)
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But still you around
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Like you're some kind of f****ing saint
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You're a troubled girl just like me
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There's no need to hide your insecurities
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Chorus:
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Bridge:
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There's a part of me
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That wants to be like her
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Perfect skin
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Long legs and blond hair
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Troubled Girl
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Fefe Dobson |