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You can have it if you want, it's on a plate |
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With southern fries and a salad dressed |
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Or, better still, undressed |
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And she'll come microwaved and hot |
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Loving all the things you've got |
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And you will be everything you're not |
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When she's around |
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And she'll be made in heaven, |
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In heaven, they said |
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That she'll be made in heaven, |
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Forever in your head |
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You can keep it if you want, or throw it away |
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She comes free with metallic paint and a three |
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Year warantee |
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You can pull her on like a pair of jeans or |
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Drink her down like the real thing |
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And she'll have a mind to call your own |
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And she won't wait to get you home |
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To get you home |
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And she'll be made in heaven, |
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In heaven, they said |
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That she'll be made in heaven, |
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Forever in your head |
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She'll be made in heaven, |
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In heaven, they said |
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That she'll be made in heaven, |
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Forever in your head |
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She'll make you fly, she'll take you deep |
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When she comes walking in your sleep |
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But they made you a promise they couldn't keep |
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When they told you |
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That she'll be made in heaven, |
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In heaven, they said |
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That she'll be made in heaven, |
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Forever in your head |
