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She was born in the back of a thirty four Ford |
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And raised in a foster home |
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Her guardian made sexual connection with her |
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Before she was even grown |
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When she was fifteen she fell in love |
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With a boy who had a fast car |
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But she was timid and withdrawn |
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So she worshipped him from afar |
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Still he couldn't help but notice her |
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She was fatally beautiful |
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Ever since she was a girl |
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She was fatally beautiful |
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She ran away to the city the next year |
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Disowned out of jealousy |
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And she frightened men with her figure |
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So they treated here like a sleaze |
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She lived cross the street from a piss factory |
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As dark as the sun is bright |
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The kind where you think you just went blind |
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When you walk in from the daylight |
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But they couldn't help but notice her |
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She was fatally beautiful |
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Ever since she was a girl |
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She was fatally beautiful |
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She was discovered by a man three times her age |
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Who worked for a studio |
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And her bought her dresses and perfume |
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And moved her into his home |
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He got her a part in a comedy |
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Where she played a dumb blonde whore |
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And she posed without clothes for a magazine |
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And the offers came in by the score |
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In a restaurant in Brussels she pulls back her hair |
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Picks up a candle and lights a cigarette |
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And she's recognised by a tourist |
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Who can't see her face but knows her silhouette |
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He imagines her robe as it drops to the floor |
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He imagines her skin soft to touch |
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He imagines her naked on silk sheets |
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The morning she never woke up |
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Cause we couldn't help but notice her |
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She was fatally beautiful |
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Ever since she was a girl |
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She was fatally beautiful |
