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The crown of the kingdom is given to the woman |
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The kingdom of the kitchen where she says she shouldn't |
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There on the stainless steel her cigarettes and matches |
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Whistles to the radio on every hook she catches |
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But the frowns |
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Eider downs |
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Tie her down |
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But she likes to wear the crown of the kingdom |
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She likes a recipe a touch of oriental |
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Steaming up the window burning egg on metal |
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Sees in the catalogue a shiny new appliance |
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Another role swallowed by the wonders of science |
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Lobster hands |
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Omelette pans |
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Understand |
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How the crown can stick like jam in her kingdom |
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He's been so busy and she's been neglected |
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The problem is computed, always it's rejected |
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Out of her heart I catch a spark and being smart |
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The crown is left out in the dark now there's no kingdom |
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Fed up with the glory she abdicates her title |
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Sitting at a bar stool she gives her day's recital |
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The family watch in horror as she staggers up the hallway |
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Makes herself a sandwich as they're looking through the doorway |
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She goes to bed |
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Leg by leg |
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Nothing said |
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There's no crown upon her head there's no kingdom |
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Press the button on the toaster, it's a woman's world |
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Tuck the sheets in on the bed, it's a woman's world |
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Take your apron from your holster, it's a woman's world |
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Shoot the crown off of your head, it's a woman's world |
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It's a woman's world |
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It's a woman's world |
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It's a woman's world |
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It's a woman's world |
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Press the button on the toaster, it's a woman's world |
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Tuck the sheets in on the bed, it's a woman's world |
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Take your apron from your holster, it's a woman's world |
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Shoot the crown off of your head, it's a woman's world |
