Intro: A  Ab/C#  F#m  Gmaj7 

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On nights like this 
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When the world's a bit amiss 
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And the lights go down 
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Across the trailer park 
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I get down 
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I feel had 
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I feel on the verge of going mad 
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And then it's time to punch the clock 

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I put on some make-up 
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And turn up the tape deck 
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And pull the wig down on my head 
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Suddenly i'm miss midwest 
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midnight checkout queen 
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Until i head home 
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And put myself to bed 

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I look back on where i'm from 
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Look at the woman i've become 
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And the strangest things 
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Seem suddenly routine 
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I look up from my vermouth on the rocks 
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A gift-wrapped wig still in the box 
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Of towering velveteen 

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I put on some make-up 
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And some lavern baker 
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And pull the wig down from the shelf 
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Suddenly i'm miss beehive nineteen sixty-three 
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Until i wake up 
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And turn back to myself 

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Some girls they got a natural ease 
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They wear it any way they please 
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With their french flip curls 
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And perfumed magazines 
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Wear it up 
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Let it down 
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This is the best way that i've found 
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To be the best you've ever seen 

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I put on some make-up 
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And turn up the eight-track 
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I'm pulling the wig down from the shelf 
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Suddenly i'm miss farrah fawcett 
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From tv 
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Until i wake up 
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And turn back to myself 

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Shag, bi-level, bob 
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Dorothy Hammil do, 
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Sausage curls, chicken wings 
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It's all because of you 
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With your blow dried, feather back, 
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Toni home wave, too 
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flip, fro, frizz, flop, 
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It's all because of you 
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It's all because of you 
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It's all because of you 

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I put on some make-up 
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turn up the eight-track 
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I'm pulling the wig down from the shelf 
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Suddenly i'm this punk rock star 
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Of stage and screen 
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And I ain't never 
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I'm never turning back