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Paula DeAnda - When it was me

She's got green eyes and she's 5'5
Long brown hair all down her back
Cadilliac truck
So the hell what
What's so special about that
She use to model, she's done some acting
So she weighs a buck of 5
And I guess that she's alright if perfection is what you like

And I'm not jealous, no I'm not
I just want everything she's got
You look at her so amazed
I remember way back when you use to look at me that way

Tell me what makes her so much better than me
What makes her just everything that I can never be
What makes her your every dream and fantasy
Because I can remember when it was me

And now you don't feel the same,
I remember you would shiver everytime I said your name,
You said nothing felt as good as when you gazed into my eyes,
Now you don't care I'm alive,
How did we let the fire die

And I'm not jealous, no I'm not
I just want everything she's got
You look at her so amazed
I remember way back when you use to look at me that way

Oh what makes her so much better than me?
What makes her just everything that I can never be?
What makes her your every dream and fantasy?
Because I can remember when it was me

That made you smile
That made you laugh
Even if it made you happier than you have ever been, oh me
That was your world
Your perfect girl
Nothing about me has changed
That's why I'm here wondering

What makes her so much better than me
What makes her just everything I can never be
What makes her your every dream and fantasy
Because I can remember when it was me

What makes her so much better than me
What makes her just everything that I can never be
What makes her your every dream and fantasy
Because I can remember when it was me...

When it was me

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