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Your prettiness is seeping through |
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Out from the dress |
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I took from you, so pretty |
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And my emptiness is swollen shut |
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Always a wretch, |
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I have become so empty |
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And please, please don't leave me here |
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I'm watching |
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Naomi, full bloom |
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I'm hoping she will soon explode |
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Into one billion tastes and tunes |
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One billion angels come and hold her down |
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They hold her down until she cries |
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I'm tasting |
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Naomi's perfume |
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It tastes like shit and |
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I must say |
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She comes and goes most afternoons |
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One billion lovers wave and love her now |
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They could love her now and so could |
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IThere is no |
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Naomi in view |
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She walks through |
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Cambridge stocks and strolls |
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And if she only really knew |
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One billion angels could come and save her soul |
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They could save her soul until she shines |
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Until she shines, until she shines |
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Until she shines, until she shines |
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So pretty, so pretty, so pretty, so pretty |
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Please, please don't leave me here |
