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Page three of the canyon tribune |
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There's a story about the fair and a picture of you |
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In black and white, blue ribbon, best damn shoes |
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Already know what happens now |
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The editor of Vogue rolls through town |
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Sees that picture, tracks you down, and |
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Next thing you know |
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They're gonna put you on the cover girl |
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You outshine them other girls |
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And everybody will discover girl |
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What I already know |
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That there ain't another girl anywhere in the whole world |
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As pretty as you, the only trouble girl is that you have to go |
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And roll your cover girl |
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Four long secrets out and there's paparazzi outside your house |
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And peace and quiet are gone now |
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That's the thing of the past |
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Red carpet, you're looking hot |
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And I think I'm too but I guess I'm not |
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'Cause it's hey, hey Paisley, get out of the shot |
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As the cameras flash |
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They're gonna put you on the cover girl |
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You outshine them other girls |
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And everybody will discover girl |
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What I already know |
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That there ain't another girl anywhere in the whole world |
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As pretty as you, the only trouble girl is that you have to go |
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And roll your cover girl |
