So your girlfriend wants to be a popstar
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And beat the charts outta me
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She wants to move a million units man
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Probably just to prove she can
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And after a couple of hits
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She'll be buying a new pair of mitts
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I can see just where she's heading
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She's as predictable as armageddon
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Oh, they don't make 'em like they used to
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They don't make 'em like they used to
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No, they don't make 'em like they used to
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You should have just stuck with me
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Your girlfriend wants to be a popstar
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And live in primrose hell
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She'll join the meritocracy
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And get to meet all of rocks aristocracy
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And be someone everyone knows
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Who all the designers send all their new clothes
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But when she starts to look like Kylie Minogue
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She might even get her picture in Vogue
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Baby they don't make 'em like they used to
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They don't make 'em like they used to
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No, they don't make 'em like they used to
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You should have just stuck with me
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Your baby wants to be a popstar
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Probably just to spite me
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She thinks it's so easy to get to the top
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But a girl like that, she won't know where to stop
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And when her most recent therapist
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Suggests that maybe she become a buddhist
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She might even consider giving up red meat
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Man, you're gonna look back to when your life was so sweet
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You know, they just don't make 'em like they used to
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No, they don't make 'em like they used to, baby
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They just don't make 'em like they used to
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Yeah - you should have just stuck with me
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You should have just stuck with me, baby
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Popstar
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