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I’m a red hat lady,
Don’t you know it baby, I’m out to have some fun And I don’t mean maybe. I have lunch with my friends And we flirt to the end With the waiter’s so fine Whether they’re a one or ten. There are no red hat rules You just have to be cool No one will make you pay, We are no longer in school. So put your red hat on Come on and join our throng Come be a red hat lady And you’ll be filled with song.
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