Let me tell you about this boy I know
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He thinks he'll get the best of me
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He tries to win my affection
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With a fancy selection
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Of sweet talk and flattery
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What my mama had told me
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What my mama done told me
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Is what this is leading to
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Well a girl should know better
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And I do
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I won't say he's cute
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He's got money to-boot
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That he doesn't mind spending on me
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I let him see me a lot
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I figure why not
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There's worse places I could be
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And I have to remind him
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That he'll shudder to find a girl he can be boss to
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But a girl should know better
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And I do
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I wasn't born yesterday
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A girl's gotta grow up fast these days
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All these men seem nice at first
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But after a while they get bad and get worse
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Well my mama did teach me
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That I shouldn't let you reach me
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And I'm sad that I get to miss
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And I feel it when we kiss
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And when the preacher asks if I'm ready for the task to love and honor you
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I say a girl should know better
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And I do
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And when the preacher asks if I'm ready for the task to love and honor you
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I say a girl should know better
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And I do
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I say a girl should know better
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Oh, 'cause I do
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I say a girl should know better
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I - and I do!
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A Girl Should Know Better
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| Blondie |
