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Intro 1
Verse 1
Housewives trying
to recapture their youth
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By wearing floral print and suede
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Fixing their hairdos with
PC, chemical- free hairspray
Martha Stewart taught them
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to make on TV
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I was raised a farm girl
I'm too far from home,
all alone on the road
And the sand has turned to stone on the
Verse 2
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[Chorus]
That ain't the end but it sure
ain't where I began
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Verse 3
And my daddy,
he wrote songs and he broke colts
And he went back to school
he taught music to me
And this Alaskan girl was living in
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Stephenville, Texas
Yes, you guessed it,
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F#m
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I moved here because I fell in love with a man
The same closet I had to move
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my things back in
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enough time
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I'm a writer of songs
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Hey Mom, look, I'm an entertainer
I'm a modern day troubadour trying
to find justice with six strings
Trying to make the world
Trying to be loved completely,
Trying to find a decent high noon cup of tea
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In another hotel
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a pretty mediocre cook, an even worse mathematician,
maybe a mother someday
What will it be?
Verse 4
[Chorus]
I'm trying to figure out who I am
But there's no hand to hold,
There's just sycophants
And the mindlessness on TV
or in the magazines
So why not follow me,
the blond bombshell deity?
without big words
And a little bit of cleavage to
wash it all down
Hey, everybody thought
Godard was a clown
be me
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