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I grew up in one hell of a family You'd envy us alright All three girls are looking for trouble But we came home every night I don't wanna wear your floral dresses And my lips won't be coloured I don't want your diamond necklace Your disapproval cuts through I see the way you look at me You don't have to tell me I'm growing older each passing day But my heart still remains I bet you thought I'd grow out of these habits Forgive me for missing I don't wanna wear your floral dresses And my lips won't be coloured I don't want your diamond necklace Your disapproval cuts through 'Cause I see the way you look at me I see the way you look at me You don't have to tell me From Letras Mania