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She can make the birds and bees |
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Get down on their little knees |
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She can whisper to the breeze |
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And make her tear the bark off trees |
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She can make a fog horn ring |
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She can make the mountains swing |
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She will make you clip your wing |
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She will get your tears to sing |
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She's just a small change girl |
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But she's a world to me |
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She can turn her flesh to steel |
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But she can't get her scars to heal |
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She can make you think she's real |
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She can make a diamond peel |
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She can get your bed to shrink |
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She can get your ears to blink |
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She can get you eyes to think |
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And she can get a horse to drink |
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She's just a small... |
