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I was deprived of a young girl's dream |
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By the cruel force of nature from the blue |
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Instead of a night full of romance supreme |
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All I got was a runny nose and Agiatic flu |
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It's raining on prom night, my hair is a mess |
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It's running all over my taffeta dress |
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It's wilting the quilting on my maiden form |
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And mascara flows right down my nose because of the storm |
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I don't even have a corsage, oh gee |
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It fell down a sewer with my sister's ID |
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(talking) |
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Yes, it's raining on prom night. |
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Oh my darling, what can I do? I miss you. |
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It's raining real rain from the skies |
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and it's draining real menstrual blood from my thighs |
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over you, all over you. Oh dear god, |
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make him feel the same way I do right now. |
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He'll never want to eat me again. |
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What can I do? It's raining, raining from the skies |
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It's raining tears from my eyes over you |
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Oooooow, raining from the skies over you |
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(etcetera, till fade out) |
