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Occasion ✨ No occasion, just sharing 🎂 Birthday ❤️ Love 💌 Valentine's 🌷 Mum 🤝 Friendship 👔 Dad 🌹 For her 🎸 For him 🎃 Halloween 🎄 Christmas 🎆 New Year
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Dreaming, dreaming of a girl like me Hey, what are you waiting for? Feeding, feeding me? I feel like I'm disappearing, getting smaller every day But I look in the mirror, and I'm bigger in every way She said, "You aren't never going anywhere" You aren't never going anywhere I ain't never going anywhere I ain't never going anywhere I'm in Heaven now, I can see you, Richard Goodbye, Hollywood, goodbye, Downey, hello, Janis Hello, Dennis, Elvis, and all my brand new friends I'm so glad you're all here with me until the very end Dreaming, dreaming of how it's supposed to be But now this tunic's spinning around my arms and knees I feel like I'm disappearing, getting smaller every day But when I open my mouth to sing, I'm bigger in every way She said, "You aren't never going anywhere" You aren't never going anywhere I ain't never going anywhere I ain't never going anywhere Hey, mom, look, I'm up here, I finally made it I'm playing the drums again, too Don't be sad, the band doesn't sound half bad And I remember, mom, what you said You said, "Honey, you look so underfed" Another green salad, another iced tea There's a tunic in the closet waiting just for me I feel like I'm disappearing, getting smaller every day But I look in your eyes, and I'm bigger in every way She said, "You aren't never going anywhere" You aren't never going anywhere I ain't never going anywhere I ain't never going anywhere Goodbye, Richard, gotta go now I'm finally on my own, the band's got a gig Keep the love lights glowing, little girls got the blues I can still hear Mama say, "Honey, don't let it go to your head"
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