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I will pack all my pretty dresses |
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I will box up my high-heeled shoes |
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A sparkling ring for every finger |
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I'll put away and hide from view |
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Coats of boucle, jacquard and cashmere |
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Cartouche and tweed, all silver-shot |
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And everything that could remind you |
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Of how easy |
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I was notI'll tuck away my gilded buttons |
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I'll bind my silks in shapeless bales |
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Wrap it all up in reams o' tissue |
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And then I'll kiss you sweet farewell |
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You saw me rise to our occasion |
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And so deny the evidence' |
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Caused me to burn and twist and grimace against you |
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Like something caught on a barbed wire fence |
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Now you can see me fall back here redoubled |
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Full bewildered and amazed |
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I have gotten into some terrible trouble |
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Beneath your blank and rinsing gaze |
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It does not suffice for you to say |
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I am a sweet girl |
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Or to say you hate to see me sad because of you |
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It does not suffice to merely lie beside each other |
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As those who love each other do |
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I picture you rising up in the morning |
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Stretching out on your boundless bed |
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Beating a clear path to the shower |
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Scouring yourself red |
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The tap of hangers swaying in the closet |
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Unburdened hooks and empty drawers |
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And everywhere |
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I tried to love you |
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Is yours again and only yours |
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La-la-la-la... |
