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I woke up one morning
And looked in the mirror
I said to my reflection
"It's gunna be different year"
I parted my hair different
Painted my nails
Put on some lip gloss
And combed out my curls
I'm not a little girl anymore
It's a fact
Now that I'm here
There's no going back
Goodbye jumproping
Goodbye dolls
Hello boyfriends
Hello malls





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