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You're not the girl you think you are, no no
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They're not his shoes under your bed, yeah yeah
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He'll take you places in his car
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That you won't forget, no
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And all the people that you know
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Will turn their heads as you go by
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But you'll be hard to recognize
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With the top down and the wind blowing, blowing
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He won't deceive you
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He'll tell you the truth
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Woman, he'll be no trouble
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He won't write you letters
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Full of excuses
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Come on, I believe you have one in a million
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You're not the girl you think you are
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There's someone standing in your place
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The bathroom mirror makes you look tall
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But it's all in your head, in your head
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He won't deceive you
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Or tell you the truth
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Woman, he'll be no trouble
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He won't write you letters
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Full of excuses
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Come on, believe you have one in a million
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He won't deceive you
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Or tell you the truth
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Come on, believe you have won
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You're not the girl you think you are
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Believe you have won
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You're not the girl you think you are
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Believe you have won
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You're not the girl you think you are
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Not The Girl You Think You Are
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