Tired of Being Blonde

She left the credit cards under her goodbye note
 "All of these are yours, goodbye", and that was all she wrote
 Keys to the Porsche she dropped on the floor in the den
 She left in the 70 Dodge that he drove her in
 She wasn't angry, she wasn't sad
 She was just leaving a life that a lot of women wish they had
 Tired of being blonde
 Tired of running around with the usual guys and gals
 Tired of being blonde
 Tired of living up to all he expected
 Tired of being blonde
 Tired of fighting back the feeling inside that told her to run
 Tired of being blonde
 Tired of letting her dreams go neglected
 She used to love to know she rounded out his world
 She used to love to be all he ever loved in a girl
 And he liked to buy her clothes that made her sexy and cute
 Guess she decided she'd been too long away from her roots
 She wasn't crazy, no, she wasn't mad
 She just knew in her heart they had drained her of all that she had
 She was tired of being blonde
 Tired of changing a life just to match the color of the sun
 Tired of being blonde
 Tired of all the platinum frustration
 Tired of being blonde
 Tired of looking like a cutie on the cover of a magazine
 Tired of being blonde
 Tired of chasing all the latest sensations
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 She wasn't angry, no, no, she wasn't sad
 She was just leaving a life that a lot of women wish they had
 She was tired of being blonde
 Tired of living a life that had only been planned by one
 Tired of being blonde
 Tired of coping with the desperation
 She was tired of being blonde
 Tired of fighting back the feeling inside that told her to run
 Tired of being blonde
 Tired of hiding her own inclinations
 She was tired of being blonde
 Tired of changing a life just to match the color of the sun
 Tired of being blonde
 Tired of chasing all the latest sensations
 She was tired of being blonde
 Tired of being blonde
 She was tired of being blonde
 Tired of being blonde
 Tired of being blonde
 Tired of being blonde