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I woke up this morning feeling kinda icky
I looked to the mirror found I turned into a hippie
I went to the closet where my black clothes were
Pulled out a multicoloured jumper and a blue denim skirt
This is not my
This is not my
This is not my
Idea of fun
I think my
I think my
I think my
Dark days are done
This is not my
This is not my
This is not my
Idea of fun
I think I
I think I
I think I'm
Turning into my mum
At Imm Sanatorium, everbody frowned
'Cause I permed my hair, dyed it light brown
Get no joy from none of my CDs
All I wanna listen to is tapes of the Bee Gees
This is not my
This is not my
This is not my
Idea of fun
I think my
I think my
I think my
Dark days are done
This is not my
This is not my
This is not my
Idea of fun
I think I
I think I
I think I'm
Turning into my mum
I cried so much I was so cut up
When the doctor said, "There's nothing wrong, you're just growing up"
I rushed home and put on some black PVC
'Cause I ain't gonna let that happen to me
This is not my
This is not my
This is not my
Idea of fun
I think my
I think my
I think my
Dark days are done
This is not my
This is not my
This is not my
Idea of fun
I think I
I think I
I think I'm
Turning into my mum
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