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Calendar, pin-up girl |
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Blonde and bronze, beauty fair |
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Photographed, cover girl |
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Unashamed, body bare |
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There's no story |
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She's a country girl at heart |
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There's no glory |
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She's just in it for the art, her part |
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Sun oiled skin, shapely breast |
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Slim and sleek, without dress |
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Page two girl, page two world |
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Glamour girl, look your best |
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There's no story |
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She's a country girl at heart |
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There's no glory |
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She's just in it for the art, her part |
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Every day i'm waiting by the telephone |
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Every day you keep me hanging on |
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But while you're away, i think night and day |
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About where you're gone and how for long |
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Before our love turns to stone |
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See you in the papers and the magazines |
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But a photograph's no good to me |
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But while you're away, i think night and day |
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About where you're gone and how for long |
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Before our love turns to stone |
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Saw you for the first time and my shutter froze |
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Cameras clicked, we kissed and you were gone |
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But while you're away, i think night and day |
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About where you're gone and how for long |
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Before our love turns to stone |
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Beauty contests were your only claim to fame |
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Then your body won over your brain |
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You stripped for the lights |
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And things went just right |
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Now you're suntanned right down to the bone |
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And our love's gone, turned to stone |