It's not my fault
I was raised by open mouths and teary eyes
Passive wistful lullabies
I found my worth in this world by proving
I'm a special girl
Time and time again
Sweet, sweet irony
Could not care less if you love me
But hate me first, yeah make me work; that's perfect
Baby I'm a funny thing
I'm walking if it doesn't sting
Heartbreak only means that it was worth it
Oh, I think I was doomed before I began
Mmm sorry, I just know the way that I am
Oh well
So this is it now
Twenty four, I still count everyone I kiss;
The bitter ones still taste the best
Talk and tap to find a crack
Prise open 'til my nails turn black
Time and time again
Sweet, sweet irony
Could not care less if you love me
But hate me first, yeah make me work; that's perfect
Baby I'm a funny thing
I'm walking if it doesn't sting
Heartbreak only means that it was worth it
Oh, I think I was doomed before I began
Mmm sorry, I just know the way that I am
(3, 2, 1!)
Ahck!
(Ha-ha-ha!)
...I'm a special girl
I think that I'm a special girl
I think that I'm a special girl
I think that I'm a special girl
I think that I'm a special girl
I think that I'm a special girl
I think that I'm a special girl
I think that I'm a special girl (Ha-ha-ha!)
I think that I'm a special girl
I think that I'm a special girl
I think that I'm a special girl
I think that I'm a special girl
I think that I'm a special girl
I think that I'm a special girl
I think that I'm a special girl
I think that I'm a special girl
I think that I'm a special girl (Ha-ha, wait)
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