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Here comes the queen bee in her little mini dress |
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Shouting to the boys that she couldn't care less |
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Let them eat cake; let them all cry |
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Serves them right; they ought to do or die |
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They ought to do or die |
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You say that love makes the world go 'round |
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Better wind it up, 'cos it's running down |
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Wind it up, and turn it around |
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Wind it up, yeah, to a higher ground |
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Wind it up, so it never comes down |
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Wind it up |
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Here comes the preacher on a mission from God |
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You spoil the child if you spare the rod |
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A tooth for a tooth, and eye for an eye |
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When you look again you know we've all gone blind |
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You know we've all gone blind |
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You say that love makes the world go 'round |
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Better wind it up, 'cos it's running down |
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Wind it up, and turn it around |
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Wind it up, yeah, to a higher ground |
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Wind it up, so it never comes down |
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Wind it up |
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Here comes you and here comes me |
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Forty-nine hearts pinned to our sleeves |
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Gonna make a move, gonna turn it around, yeah |
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And wind it so far up that it never comes down |
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No, it never comes down |
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No, it never comes down |
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You say that love makes the world go 'round |
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Better wind it up, 'cos it's running down |
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Wind it up, and turn it around |
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Wind it up, yeah, to a higher ground |
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Wind it up, so it never comes down |
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Wind it up |
