Lyrics
[Instrumental Intro]
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(Oooooh...)
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(Yeah...)
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[Verse 1]
Hairspray is sticking...
To the back of my neck.
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I'm an absolute...
Fucking wreck.
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Sitting on the tile...
Of the gymnasium floor.
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Adjusting this rhinestone crown...
From the discount store.
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My pink lip gloss...
Is starting to bleed.
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I'm everything you want...
But I'm nothing you need.
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[Pre-Chorus]
Cause you're out there dancing with him.
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Under the disco ball.
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And I bought this stupid dress just for you.
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At the JCPenney...
At the mall.
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[Chorus]
I'm always the run-ner up.
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In this tragic little pageant.
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You smile and you wave at me...
And you tell me I'm ma-gic.
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But you still go home...
With the quarterback.
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And I'm crying in the back...
Of a Pontiac!
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Yeah, I'm always...
The run-ner up.
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(Always the run-ner up...)
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[Verse 2]
Pink champagne...
In a plastic cup.
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I don't know why I even...
Showed up.
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You told me I looked pretty...
In the hallway by the gym.
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But you only meant it like a friend...
Before you walked away with him.
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I'm picking at the tulle...
On my ugly pink skirt.
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Wondering how long...
It's gonna hurt.
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[Pre-Chorus]
Cause you're out there dancing with him.
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Under the disco ball.
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And I bought this stupid dress just for you.
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At the JCPenney...
At the mall.
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[Chorus]
I'm always the run-ner up.
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In this tragic little pageant.
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You smile and you wave at me...
And you tell me I'm ma-gic.
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But you still go home...
With the quarterback.
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And I'm crying in the back...
Of a Pontiac!
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Yeah, I'm always...
The run-ner up.
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[Bridge]
(Oh!)
Does he know how you like your coffee?!
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Does he know that you hate the cold?!
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I am sitting right here...
Shining in sil-ver!
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And you're settling for fool's gold!
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Look at me!
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Just fucking look at me!
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(Ah-ah-ah!)
[Guitar Solo]
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(Yeah!)
[Chorus]
Cause I'm always the run-ner up!
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In this tragic little pageant!
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You smile and you wave at me...
And you tell me I'm ma-gic!
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But you still go home...
With the quarterback.
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And I'm crying in the back...
Of a Pontiac!
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Yeah, I'm always...
The run-ner up.
[Outro]
Just a plastic tiara.
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(Run-ner up...)
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Mmmmm.
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You can keep the crown.
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(Fades out)