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You crafted and caressed her with a careful hand |
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But the lady didn't understand |
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And you riveted and plated her til morning |
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But with a coil or a careless spark |
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Or a tumble in the dark |
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She'll leave her mark upon you without warning |
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You can float a boat of steel upon the ocean |
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You can fix it up with nuts and bolts and toil |
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But you can't weld a body when it's broken |
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The lady she's as fair as Desdemona |
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She swallowed you up just like Jonah |
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And there the air inside her belly ailed you |
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And no-one saw you fall |
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And they did not hear your call |
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And your breath it faltered just before it failed you |
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On a cruiser that was fitted by your father |
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You anchored in San Carlos harbour |
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But the lady at the helm she was not for turning |
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And in your bell bottoms blue |
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In April 82 |
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You bid adieu and watched all you knew burning |
