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Hey! PSST! Here she comes now. 
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Oh, you know her, would you look at that hair 
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Yeah, you know her, check out those shoes 
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She looks like she stepped out of the middle of somebody's blues 
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She looks like the Sunday comics 
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She thinks she's Brenda Starr 
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Her nose job is real atomic 
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All she needs is an old knife scar 
      A                      B 
Yeah, she's so dull, come on rip her to shreds 
A                      B 
She's so dull, come on rip her to shreds 

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E                       A 
Oh, you know her, "Miss Groupie Supreme" 
      E                   A 
Yeah, you know her, "Vera Vogue" on parade 
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Red eye shadow! Green mascara! 
A                     E 
Yuck! She's too much! 
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She looks like she don't know better 
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A case of partial extreme 
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Dressed up in a Robert Hall sweater 
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Acting like a soap opera queen 
      A                      B 
Yeah, she's so dull, come on rip her to shreds 
A                      B 
She's so dull, come on rip her to shreds 

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She got the nerve to tell me she's not on it 
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But her expression is too serene 
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Yeah, she looks like she washes with Comet 
       F#m                 B 
Always looking to create a scene 
      A                      B 
Yeah, she's so dull, come on rip her to shreds 
A                      B 
She's so dull, come on rip her to shreds 
A              B 
She's so dull. RIP HER TO SHREDS! 

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E                       A 
Oh, you know her, "Miss Groupie Supreme" 
      E                   A 
Yeah, you know her, "Vera Vogue" on parade 
      E                      A 
Yeah, you know her, with the fish-eating grin 
E 
She's so dull 
                    A 
Yeah, she's got the nerve to tell me! 
E             A 
Huh, she's so dull 
E 
Yeah, there she goes now 
A                   E 
She making out with King Kong 
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She take her boat to Hong Kong 
A         E 
Well, bye bye sugar! 
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And not a minute too soon