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She dances around |
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Laughs up and down |
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As she tickles my mind |
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She moans when we kiss |
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Sweet tenderness |
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She's the passionate kind |
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She offers all she can and then |
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She gives me all she's got |
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Ready or not but she's... |
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True to herself |
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And she's true to me |
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To me |
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She'll dress like a clown |
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She paints on her frown |
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How she does what she will |
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She tears all the tips off her cigarettes |
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Smokes just to keep herself still |
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She's not afraid to be afraid |
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And strong enough to know why |
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Maybe she'll cry but she's... |
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True to herself |
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And she's true to me |
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To me |
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To me she sings like the day |
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"Morning! Good morning! |
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The sun's come out, why don't we play?" |
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To me she cries like a child |
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With no bed time story |
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The story's over |
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Meanwhile, she stays true |
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So true |
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She offers all she can |
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And then |
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She gives me all she's got |
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Ready or not but she's... |
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True to herself |
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And she's true to me |
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To me |
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To me |
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Yeah she's true to herself |
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And she's true to me |
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To me |
