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I think you know we're running out of time |
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You've started dressing up |
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The mood is ruined by the cheapest wine |
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That's spilling on your skirt |
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She's dressed to kill |
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I hope this was within her will |
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Her body's still |
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Moved north from New York |
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But the city life is tugging at her soul |
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Served whisky to the drunks that haunt the night |
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Her life is getting old |
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She's dressed to kill |
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I hope this was within her will |
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Her body's still |
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She wanted more than he could pay |
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But I was standing beside her |
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Trading the life she loved for something less |
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The guilt is setting in |
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Paying thebills by taking off her dress |
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The pressure's worn her thin |
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Pop in the pills to nullify the stress |
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It's showing through her skin |
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She's dressed to kill |
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I hope this was within her will |
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Her body's still |
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She wanted more than he could pay |
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But I was standing beside her |
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(Standing beside her) |
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She bit off more than she could take |
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And now she's fed to the fire |
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Soft as the petal |
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Tough as the thorn |
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She wanted more than he could pay |
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But I was standing beside her |
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(Standing beside her) |
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She bit off more than she could take |
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And now she's fed to the fire |
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(Fed to the fire) |
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Fed to the fire |
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(Fed to the fire) |
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She wanted more than he could pay |
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But I was standing beside her |
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(Standing beside her) |
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She bit off more than she could take |
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And now she's fed to the fire |
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(Fed to the fire) |
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(She wanted more) |
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Fed to the fire |
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(She wanted more) |
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Fed to the fire |
