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The girl had it good
Like a rocket powered thief
Like an addict with a deal
Like a daisy in the field
The girl had it good
But she threw it all away
With all of her excuses
There's nothing left to say but
Girl had it good
Girl had it good (good)
Like a honey with a john (yeah)
Like a baby with a daddy
And a daddy with his name
Girl had it good (she did)
But she blows it every time (poor baby)
She'd made the slip
Like Houdini under forty feet of ice
Why'd you have to be a freak?
How could you come here from some underplace?
With your trips, and your take
Ah, you ain't no cake
I can't go with it
Can't go with ya
Can't go with it
Can't go with ya
Why'd you have to be a freak?
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