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See her picture in a thousand places

'Cause she's this year's girl

You think you all own little pieces

Of this year's girl

Forget your fancy manners

Forget your English grammar

'Cause you don't really give a damn

About this year's girl

Still you're hoping that she's well spoken

You want her broken with her mouth wide open

Never knowing it's a real attraction

All these promises of satisfaction

While she's being bored to distraction

Being this year's girl

Time's running out

She's not happy with the cost

There'd be no doubt

Only she's forgotten much more than she's lost

A bright spark might corner the market

In this year's girl

You see yourself rolling on the carpet

With this year's girl

Those disco synthesizers

Those daily tranquilizers

Those body building prizes

Those bedroom alibis

All this but no surprises for this year's girl