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She paints her nails and she don't know,
He's got her best friend on the phone.
She'll wash her hair, his dirty clothes,
Or all he gives to her.
And he's got posters on the wall
Of all the girls he wished she was.

And he means everything to her.

It's Friday night and she's all alone,

He's a million miles away.
She's dressed to kill, but the TV's on,

He's connected to the sound.

And he's got pictures on the wall

Of all the girls he's loved before,

And she knows all his favorite songs