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There goes the mystery woman keep well away |
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She's got trouble for you so don't get in her way |
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Nothing to spare |
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She's standing there all dressed up in black |
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With you life sewn up while she's out on a limb |
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Say she'd better own up or she'll never win |
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She's out of line |
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Kick her when she's down |
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Queen of her kind |
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But she doesn't wear the crown |
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The darkness it grows |
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And the lady does not sleep |
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It's so hard to lose |
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And now it's so hard to weep |
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And the river flows |
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Still waters still run deep |
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She has a thorn in her side, a chip on her shoulder |
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Some heartache to hide, a lot of people to scold her |
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No one comes near |
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To set her free |
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They all live in fear |
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Thinking it's no place to be |
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There goes the mystery woman keep well away |
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She's got trouble for you so don't get in her way |
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Nothing to spare |
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As easy as that |
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She's standing there all dressed up in black |
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Though they may know |
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The sun shines while they sleep |
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Though they may show a smile but wish to weep |
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The river flows |
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Still waters still run deep |
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Though they may know |
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The sun shines while they sleep |
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Though they may show a smile but wish to weep |
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The rivers may flow |
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Still waters still run deep |
