Pretty Girls

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They say they care just to control me

That's not fair

You can't own me

Cry myself back to sleep

It's getting to me

Don't have no one to hold me down

And now my name is always in your mouth

It's all the same

Why don't you spit it out

Now I'll sit on my own

While you sit on your throne

It doesn't make sense to me

Because I just cannot be another puppet on your strings

You know how to blame me to make me feel crazy

I'm fading away I can't be seen

Now all the pretty girls all live in their prefect world

They get all the dances

Steal all my chances

Cause I can't compare

I can't compare to the pretty girls

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