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Olivia Newton-John - Behind That Locked Door lyrics
Your story\'s sad to tell, A teenage ne\'er-do-well Most mixed-up non-delinquent on the block Your future\'s so unclear now, What\'s left of your career now? Can\'t even get a trade-in on your smock. (Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya) Beauty School Dropout, No graduation day for you Beauty School Droupout, Missed your midterms and flunked shampoo Well, at least you could have taken time To wash and clean your clothes up After spendin\' all that dough to have the doctor fix your nose up, Baby, get movin\', Why keep your feeble hopes alive? What are you provin\'? You got the dream but not the drive! If you go for your diploma You could join a stenopool Turn in your teasin\' comb and go back to high school. Beauty School Droupout, Hangin\' around the corner store, Beauty School Droupout, It\'s about time you knew the score. Now they couldn\'t teach you anything, You think you\'re such a looker, But no customer would go to you Unless she was a hooker. Baby, don\'t sweat it, You\'re not cut out to hold a job, Better forget it. Who wants their hair done by a slob? Now your bangs are curled, Your lashes twirled, But still the world is cruel. Wipe off that angel face and go back to high school. ***Baby, you blew it, You put my good advice to shame. How could you do it? Betcha Dear Abby\'d say the same. Guess there\'s no way to get through to you, No matter who may try. Might as well go back to that malt shop in the sky. |
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