On nights like this
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When the world's a bit amiss
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And the lights go down
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Across the trailer park
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I get down, I feel had
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Feel on the verge of going mad
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And then it's time to punch the clock
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I put on some make-up
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Turn on the tape deck
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And put the wig back on my head
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Suddenly I'm Miss Midwest Midnight Checkout Queen
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Until I head home
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And I put myself to bed
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I look back on where I'm from
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Look at the woman I've become
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And the strangest things seem suddenly routine
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I look up from my Vermouth on the rocks
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The gift wrapped wig's still in the box
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Of towering velveteen
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I put on some make-up
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Some LaVern Baker
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And pull the wig down from the shelf
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Suddenly I'm Miss Beehive 1963
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Until I wake up
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And I turn back to myself
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Some girls, they got natural ease
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They wear it any way they please
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With their French flip curls
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From perfumed magazines
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Wear it up, let it down
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This is the best way that I've found
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To be the best you've ever seen
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I put on some make-up
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Turn on the eight-track
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I'm pulling the wig down from the shelf
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Suddenly I'm Miss Farrah Fawcett
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From TV
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Until I wake up
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And I turn back to myself
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Shag, bi-level, bob
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Dorothy Hamill do,
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Sausage curl, chicken wings
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It's all because of you
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With your blow dried, feather backed
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Toni home wave, too
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Flip, fro , frizz, flop
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It's all because of you
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It's all because of you
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It's all because of you
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(okay...everybody...)
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I put on some make-up
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Turn on the eight track
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I'm pulling the wig down from the shelf
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Suddenly I'm this Punk Rock Star
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Of stage and screen
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And I ain't ever
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I'm never turning back
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Wig In A Box
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John Cameron Mitchell |