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She looks ahead, she paints her toe nails red,
She's wet and wild, a typical 90's child
She makes every move they make
She takes everything they take,
She must be a Thelma or Louise,
She must be a post-modern sleaze
Unscrew the wine, she'll through a party line,
Stories extreme, she's such a drama queen
Cries through the night, she choked on Marlbro lites,
Pure charm and grace, she hates her pretty face
Straw spun from gold, she craves a tortured soul
All doom and gloom, she plays an open wound
And her mom still says that
She makes every move they make,
She takes everything they take,
She must be a Thelma or Louise,
She must be a post-modern sleaze
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