Born between the covers of your fashion books
You think you can make it, girl, on just your looks
You could never bring me up, between us stands a wall
No, I don’t think you know me at all
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Believing in the promise painted in your smile
I chased what I was running from, girl, all the while
I’ve known you a hundred times in memories I recall
Still I don’t think you know me at all
I don’t think you know me at all