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Lately I've seen some changes around me |
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Winds have shifted quite suddenly |
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Still I try to stay calm |
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I inhale deeply & force a smile |
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'Cause boys lately have called me Madam |
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Boys lately have called me Madam |
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Not a color changed in my wardrobe |
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Since your affair with Woody Strode |
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I still can spread my teenage style |
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I've been known to wave a certain charm |
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Yet boys lately have called me Madam |
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Boys lately have called me Madam |
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Well I don't claim for eternal youth |
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But study quickly the turn of that mouth |
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It's fast & sugared as a clementine |
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& somehow addictive as lemon-lime |
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How dare you call me Madam ? |
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How dare you call me Madam ? |
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Well tell me now would you feel better |
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To see a gold ring around my finger |
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Would it make you dress up on your hind |
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-Legs, would it drive you out of you mind |
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-Then ? Maybe you could call me Madam |
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Maybe you could call me Madam |
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Please stranger dear, agree and nod |
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And come and greet that Spanish blood |
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Forget the steps and dance awhile |
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You won't feel danger into my arms |
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I'll make you forget you called me Madam |
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I'll make you forget you called me Madam |
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Call me. Don't call me Madam, call me ! |
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Call me. Don't call me, Madam. |
