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You pretend that youíre alright; 
The worst noise is when you are keeping quiet. 
I see youíre not the kind of girl, 
Who will dramatise, traumatise. 

Donít fold your hands, donít hold your tongue. 
The other girls will try to prove you wrong. 
The words will taunt you like a stone. 
You canít stand aside, you canít resign 

Itís just the curse of being a girl tonight, 
You must hold your head up high. 
Being around, and youíre the purest girl 
Tonight you bring reflections by their eyes. 

Youíre reaching out to grab his hand 
He must be the worldís most tired man. 
It sure began as compliments 
If he sees it all, he must use it all. 

It should be unforgettable, 
The kindest guy should be convertible 
But in the end of this monkey-hole 
Full of concrete eyes, who never cries 

Itís just the curse of being a girl tonight, 
You can hardly make it change. 
Look around, itís more than half of the world 
Tonight you must go through that same wreath. 

Itís just the curse of being a girl tonight, 
You can hardly make it change. 
Look around, itís more than half of the world 
Tonight you must go through that same wreath.