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Cindy tells me, the rich girls are leaving |
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Cindy tells me, they've given up sleeping alone |
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And now they're so confused |
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By their new freedoms |
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And she tells me |
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They're selling up their maisonettes |
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Left their Hot points to rust in their kitchenettes |
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And they're saving their labor for insane reading |
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Some of them lose and some of them lose |
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But that's what they want and that's what they choose |
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It's a burden, such a burden |
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Oh, what a burden to be so relied on |
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Some of them lose and some of them lose |
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But that's what they want and that's what they choose |
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It's a burden, such a burden |
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Oh, what a burden to be so relied on |
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Cindy tells me what will they do with their lives? |
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Living quietly like laborers' wives |
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Perhaps they'll re-acquire those things |
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They've all disposed of |
