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I want a gown of diamonds |
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Long gloves and sweet perfumes |
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Hats made of silks and satins |
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Seaqueens and ostrich plums |
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I want to wear mascara |
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Polish my nails real bright |
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I want to be an actress |
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Actresses play all night |
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If I should sneeze it's a sign |
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All that I want to will be mine |
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Oh please, pretty, please |
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Dear nose make me sneeze |
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I want to find my true love |
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Like all the love songs say |
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I want to do what I want |
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I want to get my way |
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Wild dreams grow wise |
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When sweet childhood flies |
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Time waved a hand |
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And the breeze blue the sand from my eyes |
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I want a gown of kingdom |
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Diamonds would weigh me down |
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Pompoms and plums are pretty |
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If you're a circus clown |
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Funny how black mascara |
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Streaks when the tears begin |
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Nail polish, rouge and powder |
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Can't paint the sparkle in |
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Once I was slaved to a sneeze |
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Now sneezing is just a disease |
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A rose is a rose |
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And a nose just a nose |
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True love's a phrase for love songs |
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Real love's a leaving thing |
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I want the love worth living |
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I want the things I sing |
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I want the love worth living |
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I want the things I sing |
