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Your story sad to tell
A teenage never do well
Most mixed up non-delinquent on the block
Your future's so unclear now
What's left of your career now?
Can't even get a trade in on your smile
Beauty school dropout
No graduation day for you
Beauty school dropout
Missed your mid-terms and flunked shampoo
Well at least you could have taken time
To wash and clean your clothes up
After spending all that dough to have the doctor fix your nose up
Baby get movin,
Why keep your feeble hopes alive?
What are you provin?
You've got the dream but not the drive
If you go for your diploma you could join the steno pool
Turn in your teasin' comb and go back to high school
Beauty school dropout
Hanging around the corner store
Beauty school dropout
It's about time you knew the score
Well they couldn't teach you anything
You think you're such a looker
But no customer will go to you
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