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She'd look beautiful in a tea towel |
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But she's dressed up to the nines |
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She's covered herself in make-up |
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But she can't make up her mind |
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She's a damsel in distress |
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She feels a damn fool in this dress |
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She lives alone |
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And I know how she feels |
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She has the mind of Sharon Stone |
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And the heart of Danielle Steel |
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Spends hours in front of the bookcase |
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A beast with two paperbacks in bed |
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She's read them all from go to woe |
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And arranged them from A to Z |
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And you can judge a book by it's cover |
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A kingdom for a horse, a condom for a lover |
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She lives alone |
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And I know how she feels |
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She has the mind of Sharon Stone |
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And the heart of Danielle Steel |
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I understand |
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She's up in arms and down at heel |
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But it's getting out of hand |
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She has the heart of Danielle Steel |
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So take off your horn-rimmed rose-coloured glasses |
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And shake out your shining hair again |
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Behind every princess, in an ill-fitting pink dress |
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There's a lonely librarian |
