I was looking in the mirror,
Trying to find, a new reflection.
Wanna take the road, less traveled in,
A different direction.
Make some new mistakes,
Forget the ones I made.
Cry some tears of joy,
And dress mais like a boy.
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And come back as a blonde,
Try a different lipstick on, as a blonde,
Will I get whatever I want?
I'd be ever so incising,
Eat a lot of icing,
Never have to watch my weight.
Yeah when I'm gone,
I'm gonna come back as a blonde.
I wanna I meet myself, as someone else,
Just to see what it feels like.
Take a walk, on the other side,
Cause you know that I just might.
Break some...
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