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Ponytail Girl [Life's Fairytale]
Ponytail Girl [Life's Fairytale] Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Ponytail Girl [Life's Fairytale] By Color Theory?
At 2 p.m. she eats a late lunch by design
So that she'll have some self-control at dinnertime Not much at all gets done on Friday afternoon So who would mind if she should leave a little soon? The welcome breath of open air The daily driving regimen Talk radio to fill her head Until the exit's missed again At 4 p.m. her second shower of the day She shuts her eyes and lets the workweek wash away Repaints her toes and fingernails Sprays on three dollars of perfume Brushes her teeth And tries on clothes Until they clutter up the room At 6 p.m. she shows up at her friend's house late We have to eat before the concert starts at eight She says hello to our mutual friends Hugs me a little bit too tight They told me she came just for me And now I see that they were right It does nothing for me But make me sad That you did all this For nothing You had to know that I never saw you As a star in my life's fairytale Did you think that you'd really change that at all By putting your hair in a ponytail? |
Who Wrote Ponytail Girl [Life's Fairytale] By Color Theory?
Brian K. Hazard
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What's The Duration Of The Ponytail Girl [Life's Fairytale] By Color Theory?The duration of Ponytail Girl [Life's Fairytale] is 4:19 minutes and seconds. |
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