Saturday morning she is
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walking home from a random dorm room
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her arms are crossed
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she's staring at the ground
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Her hair's a mess and falls in her eyes
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And wearing what she wore last night
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A sophomore
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And independent bound
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There she goes again
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She don't need a boyfriend
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She's gonna have her fun
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And never let it go too far
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But she'll party like a rock star
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I saw her out dancing she was
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Teasing all the freshmen
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They were trying to make their moves
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But getting shot down
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Glitter on her eyelids in a
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Low cut t-shirt and mini skirt
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Catching every look
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Owning every room in uptown
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There she goes again
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Goin' out with her best friend
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Getting up on stage to play a little air guitar
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And under that strawberry skin
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She don't need a boyfriend
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She's gonna have her fun
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And never let it go too far
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But she'll party hard
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Party like a rock star
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There she goes again
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Skipping class at 8 am
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Don't you fall for her
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You'll be hangin on a broken heart
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And under that strawberry skin
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She don't need a boyfriend
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She's gonna have her fun
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And never let it go too far
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But she'll party like a rock star
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Party Like A Rock Star
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| Frickin' A |
