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Album: Please Come Home
You were once a sweet little girl
So innocent and pure
Your eyes were open and sure
Anyone could look right in
And I followed closely your gaze
You looked up towards the sky
And I watched your face drift away
Other things had caught your eye
Oh, the magazines and media supplied you with their plastic protocol
Oh, and maybe music television really is the devil after all
But all I can say is I knew you before you were beautiful back then
Before you grew up, before you gave in
You dream of sharin' your heart
Instead you share your bed
And your heart beats empty and cold
With all the tears that you have shed
And you dream of bearin' your soul
Instead you bare more skin
And you wear dark glasses to keep
Anyone from looking in
Oh, the magazines and media supplied you with their plastic protocol
Oh, and maybe music television really is the devil after all
But all I can say is I knew you before you were beautiful back then
Before you grew up, before you gave in
All you want is to hear is the words
"Dear Baby, I love you."
So you hike your skirt higher still
'Til their eyes are all on you
And you drive in fast foreign cars
The color of your sin
And you tint your windows to keep
Anyone from lookin' in
But all I can say is I knew you before you were beautiful back then
Before you grew up, before you gave in
And all I can say is I knew you before you were beautiful back then
You could be beautiful again
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