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She stands up when |
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there's no reason to be found to stay. |
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Lets it drop to have no |
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bit of attention to pay. |
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And meanwhile she had her |
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shadow printed in her chair. |
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She walks out but has her |
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eyes in the back of her head. |
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She must have forsaken her manners |
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to make it all clear |
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she has silent fun with her high heels they run |
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She comes in and has her words |
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for who is willign to hear, |
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wrapped in thickened talk and |
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maintained by her humble tears. |
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She must have forsaken her manners |
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to make it all clear |
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she has silent fun with her high heels |
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they run out of here |
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She must have forsaken her manners |
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to make it all clear |
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She has more ways to play her game |
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She has more ways to play her game |
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She stands up when |
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there's no reason to be found to stay. |
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Lets it drop to have no |
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bit of attention to pay. |
|
She must have forsaken her manners |
|
to make it all clear |
|
she has silent fun with her high heels they run |
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She has more ways to play her game |
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She has more ways to play her game |
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She has more ways to play her game |
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She has more ways to play her game |