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All your women things |
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All your frilly things |
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Scattered 'round my room |
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Right where you left them |
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When you left them |
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Scattered 'round my room |
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All your hardness |
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All your softness |
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And your mercy |
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All your bridges and bras |
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Your cotton |
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And gauze |
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All your buckles and straps |
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Releases and traps |
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All your screws |
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And false nails |
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Oriental winks |
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And egyptian veils |
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Oh all of these things |
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I gathered them |
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And i made a dolly |
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I made a dolly |
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A spread-eagle dolly |
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Out of your frilly things |
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Why couldn't i have loved you |
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This tenderly |
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When you were here |
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In the flesh |
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So tenderly |
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How could i ignore |
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Your left breast |
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Your right breast |
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How could i ignore |
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Your hardness |
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Your softness |
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And your mercy |
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Well it's been seven years |
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And the thought of your name |
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Still makes me |
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Weak in the knees |
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How could i ignore |
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Your left breast |
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Your right breast |
