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(Da-da, da da, da da, da da, da da)
(Da-da, da da, da da, da da)
Thank you for the invite to your party
I'd thought I'd pop along
Just to see who you prioritised over me to come
I love the way you always deny that you did any wrong
Give me a taste of that Prosecco
Happy birthday to you
You're now an adult but you're acting like a child of two
You've got the boy, you've got the dress, now you can get the tattoo
(Ah ah ah)
It's so funny, you must think that I'm an idiot
Running round not allowed to be superior
I don't mind if you really don't want me to be here
You're so pretty with the freckles and the small waist
The winning smile, the cutest child, that was your place
And I wouldn't want to make your 18th hell
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And there's a chapter in this story I've decided to miss
Like how I've known you for a decade and kept up with your business
Never had you down as unkind
Never thought you'd do this
(Ah ah ah)
Your fashion inspiration only comes from Pinterest
You're unoriginal, the world's biggest princess
It's a shame ding dong this witch isn't dead
(Ah ah ah)
Are you for real, babe?
That's a really bad excuse
It was the numbers, can't you count?
You go to private school
But I know you love to make everything about you
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And in a week or so I won't even know you
Doing better and God, I'll show you
We've booked a show and I wrote this for you
(Bet you're jealous, bet you're nervous, bet you're thinking oh no)
And in two years you'll ask to see Gracie
"My best friend from school", yeah you're crazy
And I won't even remember your name
(Then you're worried, then you're nothing, then you're gonna go home)
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X-O-X-O-X-O (Da dada da da
Da-da da da da)
(Da dada da da)
(Da dada da da)
(Da dada da da)
(Da dada da da)
(Hold on, let me eat the current pretzel)
Grace Stobart
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