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by Gerry Goffin & Carole King
If you think I want the life you choose to live,
I don't think I want the love you've got to give,
If you think my goals could be so trivial and small,
Well, I don't think you know me at all.
Born between the covers of your fashion books,
You think you can make it, girl, on just your looks,
You could never bring me up, between us stands a wall,
No, I don't think you know me at all.
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Believing in the promise painted in your smile,
I've chased what I was running from, girl, all the while,
I've known you a hundred times in memories I recall,
Still/But, I don't think you know me at all,
I don't think you know me at all.
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