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Hey Lady Godiva, ridin' throughout town |
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Naked on your big white horse |
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With your long hair hangin' down |
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Lady Godiva, you say you're frightened |
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And so shy |
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I hate to bust your bubble but you |
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Sure picked a funny place to hide |
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Hey Lady Godiva, lookin' for a place |
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Where no one wants your body |
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And nobody knows your face |
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Lady Godiva, you say you wanna be loved |
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For what's inside |
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I don't know much about horses but you |
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Sure picked a funny place to ride |
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Every man's just a clutchin' hand |
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Reachin' out to grab you |
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Every man's a quiverin' lance |
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Tryin' hard to stab you - don' let 'em nab you |
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Hey Lady Godiva, lookin' kind of scared |
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You showed 'em all your talents |
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And nobody seems to care |
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Lady Godiva, could it be no-one wants to ride |
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Come to think it over |
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You may have picked the perfect place to hide |
