Sweet Miranda, on the veranda
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You really keep your ice-cream cold
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Mine's melting in my hand,
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I don't understand,
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I guess you never could have been told.
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You want to be a star
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Yes you are.
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Driving back home from my venture
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I'm really feeling empty handed
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Hand's on my stick
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It's making me sick
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Why did you leave me out in the cold.
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You want to be a star
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Yes you are.
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Maybe you tried but you missed it
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Maybe you tried it again
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Maybe you tried but you missed it
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Long goodbye.
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Thought my viper would excite her
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Believing what the good book had told
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I showed her my pet
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She phoned for the vet
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Then killed it with a mean strangle hold.
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You want to be a star
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Yes you are.
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Maybe you tried but you missed it
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Maybe you tried it again
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Maybe you tried but you missed it
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Long goodbye.
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You got me running girl
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I'm an astronaut
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But I just seem to burst in flame
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You got me running girl
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I'm a laid-back tiger but I'm never tame.
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Little Queeny have you seen me
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I'm waiting every night at ten
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Hands on your hips
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Blood on your lips
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I make it but I just don't know when.
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MAYBE YOU TRIED
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