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Well darling, I see you |
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From across the room |
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And men cling to you |
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Like soup to a spoon |
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But you don't look hungry |
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And they won't feel full |
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They roll in your thunder |
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But I never will |
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'Cause I've got too much pride |
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To stand here in this line for you |
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Darling, I agree |
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That men are pigs |
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And beauty contests |
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They're all rigged |
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So smash all your mirrors |
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And look into me |
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'Cause you're the most beautiful thing |
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That I'll never see |
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'Cause I've got too much pride |
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To stand here in this line for you |
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Yes, I do, yes, I do |
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Yes, I do, yeah, yes, I do |
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Summer in the driving rain |
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I'll never see your face again |
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The only thing I wish to say |
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I love you always |
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Summer in the driving rain |
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I'll never see your face again |
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The only thing I wish to say |
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I love you always |
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Summer in the driving rain |
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I'll never see your face again |
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The only thing I wish to say |
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I love you always |
