Placeholder: From my party house, I'm afraid to come outside Although I'm filled with love I'm afraid they'll hurt my pride So I play the part I feel they want of me And I pull the shades so I won't see them seein' me From my party house, I'm afraid to come outside Although I'm filled with love I'm afraid they'll hurt my pride So I play the part I feel they want of me And I pull the shades so I won't see them seein' me

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From my party house, I'm afraid to come outside Although I'm filled with love I'm afraid they'll hurt my pride So I play the part I feel they want of me And I pull the shades so I won't see them seein' me

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