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She longed to be a lady |
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When she was just a child. |
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Where the grass was greener, |
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Lord,She done her growin' wild. |
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And she tried to spread her tender wings |
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And never left the ground; |
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So she turned to dreams at sweet sixteen |
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And woke up comin' down. |
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But she tries in her way climbin' higher |
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And she dies each time she fails. |
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So give her a home or leave her alone - |
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The lady's not for sale, |
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She ain't ashamed to show her soul; |
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She'll sell it for a song. |
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But free don't mean she's easy |
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Or ripe for goin' wrong. |
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So let her be the lady, |
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Lord,She wants so bad to be. |
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Let her win the gentle man |
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That she was born to please |
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Cause she tries climbin' higher |
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And she dies each time she fails. |
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So give her a home or leave her alone - |
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The lady's not for sale. |
