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You lost your tan from a few months ago. |
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Now that red dress looks like blood lying on snow. |
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I feel my pulse start to increase the flow |
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On this cold, winter's night, with such beauty on show. |
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You don't like winter, you're a summer girl. |
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Sun burnt and barefoot, your body unfurled. |
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But I can see you're a |
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Celtic princess |
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And in pale, northern lights, you're at your very best. |
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My goodness! |
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Well, how do you do? |
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It's taken generations of lucky breeding to make you, to make you. |
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In my life's challenges, you must be first prize. |
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I can see gold in the light of your eyes. |
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My honest soul, it just yearns to be free. |
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And I'm sure it would happen, if you lie with me. |
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My goodness! |
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Well, how do you do? |
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It's taken generations of lucky breeding to make you, |
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They made you. |
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You lost your tan from a few months ago. |
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Now that red dress looks like blood lying on snow. |
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I feel my pulse start to increase the flow |
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On this cold, winter's night, with such beauty on show. |
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On this cold, winter's night, with such beauty on show. |
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On this cold, winter's night, with such beauty on show. |