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Different. Oh, Yeah. Yeah. This one goes out To all the lovers. What can we do? We’re helpless romantics. We can not help Who we’re attracted to. So let’s all dance And elevate each other. Chorus: Dear diary, It’s happening again. This energy, Like I’m about to win. I just close my eyes And visions appear, She’s everything I want And it’s crystal clear. Not even Marilyn Monroe. Queen Cleopatra, please. Not even Joan of Arc. That don’t mean nothing to me, I just want a different girl, Girl, girl, girl, girl, Girl, girl. Can’t another good boy Keep a this girl? Why, why do I have To lie? Pretend, make believe Or hide her? When I love What I’ve described. But then again, I don’t need No adjectives for this girl. Chorus: Dear diary, It’s happening again. This energy, Like I’m about to win. I just close my eyes And visions appear, She’s everything I want And it’s crystal clear. Not even Marilyn Monroe. Queen Cleopatra, please. Not even Joan of Arc. That don’t mean nothing to me, I just want a different girl, Girl, girl, girl, girl, Girl, girl, girl, oh, girl, Girl, girl, girl, girl, Girl, girl. Can’t another good boy Keep a this girl? Dear diary, It’s happening again. This energy, Like I’m about to win. I just close my eyes And visions appear, She’s everything I want And it’s crystal clear. Not even Marilyn Monroe. Queen Cleopatra, please. Not even Joan of Arc. That don’t mean nothing to me, I just want a different girl. What’s wrong with that? Yeah. What’s wrong with that? What’s wrong with that? In honor of the groove, And all who surrender to it, We say, “Thank you,” And we take it back. We’re so hard, I was so hard That they can’t chew. Then my lucky star, I guess you Came from behind the moon. I put my arms around her And I promise not to abuse you. Since now I found you, why the hell Would I want to lose you? Chorus: Dear diary, It’s happening again. This energy, Like I’m about to win. I just close my eyes And visions appear, She’s everything I want And it’s crystal clear. Not even Marilyn Monroe. Queen Cleopatra, please. Not even Joan of Arc. That don’t mean nothing to me, I just want a different girl, Girl, girl, girl, girl, Girl, girl, girl, oh, girl, Girl, girl, girl, girl, Girl, girl. Can’t another good boy Keep a this girl?