Verse 1:
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Well, I walk inside just to fix my hair
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And the girls at the mirror all start to stare
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Then they look back at their reflection
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And we all compare
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And it's powder room politics
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Oh, oh, oh, powder room politics
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Yeah, powder room politics
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Verse 2:
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While I wish I could wear this one girl's size
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Another girl was wishing that she had my eyes
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And we were all feeling worthless 'til I realized
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It's just powder room politics
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Oh, oh, oh, powder room politics
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Yeah, powder room politics
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Bridge:
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Oh, well, we feel like we're not worth much in any scene
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If we don't look like the girls in magazines
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And we're all being robbed of our self-esteem
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Tag:
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Oh, oh, oh, powder room politics
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Yeah, powder room politics
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Verse 3:
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Well, I told that girl that she had nice eyes
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And then I stopped worrying about my size
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And as I left I was glad to leave the lies
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Of powder room politics
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Oh, oh, oh, powder room politics
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Yeah, powder room politics
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Powder Room Politics
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| Leslie Phillips |
