He’s there
He’s just right there
Why isn’t he mine
Why can’t it be right
What if I were different
What would I change about myself
Maybe if I was shorter
Maybe if my hair was blonde
I’d only wear dresses
I’d put my heels on
Day after day I’d powder my nose
Night after night I’d take off my pearls
Would he be right here with me
Would he be right here
He’d stay there
Just right there
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