She was a very good girl
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Did all her homework in school
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Always came home with top marks
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Teachers said you will go far
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So she buried her nose in her books
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And she never had time for those looks
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For the boys had noticed her frame
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Had grown into a figure number eight
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She went on to study ivy-league
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And to rack up points for her degree
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While the other girls fondled their dates
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She fooled around with her Bunsen plate
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But one night she was walking around
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She passed a club with music so loud
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She wondered what it would be like
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To stay out with a co-ed all night
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Call her your Prisstina
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Would you put her under glass?
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Would you like to study?
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¡®Cause she¡¯s got such perfect class
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Oh, you want to tempt her
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With your dirty rock n¡¯ roll
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Call her your Prisstina
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She¡¯s such a pretty girl
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The party¡¯s already started and the music¡¯s drifting in
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Don¡¯t wait on your fairy godmother she¡¯s late on her way to you
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Should you trust that old Prince Charming
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You know he never did you any good
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But have yourself a ball, Prisstina, do all the things I would!
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She will go to the head of the class
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And all you boys need to get a late pass
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¡®Cause she¡¯ll leave those dull lads behind
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Yeah that girl is ahead of her time
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Prisstina
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