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She's got everything she needs, she's an artist, she don't look back |
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She's got everything she needs, she's an artist, she don't look back |
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She can take the dark out of the nighttime and paint the daytime black |
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You will start out standing, proud to steal her anything she sees |
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You will start out standing, proud to steal her anything she sees |
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But you will wind up peeking through her keyhole, down upon your knees |
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She never stumbles, she's got no place to fall |
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No, she never stumbles, she's got no place to fall |
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She's nobody's child, the law can't touch her at all |
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She wears an Egyptian ring that sparkles before she speaks |
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She wears an Egyptian ring that sparkles before she speaks |
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She's a hypnotist collector, you are a walking antique |
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Bow down to her on Sunday, salute her when her birthday comes |
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Bow down to her on Sunday, salute her when her birthday comes |
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For Halloween, give her a trumpet and for Christmas, buy her a drum |