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She's got everything she needs |
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She's an artist, she don't look back |
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She's got everything she needs |
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She's an artist, she don't look back |
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She can take the dark out of the nighttime |
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And turn the daytime black |
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You will start out standing |
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Proud to steal her anything she sees |
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You will start out standing |
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Proud to steal her anything she sees |
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But you will wind up peeking through her keyhole |
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Down upon your knees |
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She never stumbles |
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She's got no place to fall |
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She never stumbles |
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She's got no place to fall |
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She's nobody's child |
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The law can't touch her at all |
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She wears an Egyptian ring |
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And it sparkles before she speaks |
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She wears an Egyptian ring |
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That sparkles before she speaks |
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She's a hypnotist collector |
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You are a walking antique |
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Bow down to her on Sunday |
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Salute her when her birthday comes |
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Bow down to her on Sunday |
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Salute her when her birthday comes |
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For Halloween buy her a trumpet |
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And for Christmas buy her a drum |
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For Halloween give her a trumpet |
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And for Christmas buy her a drum |
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For Halloween give buy a trumpet |
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And for Christmas buy her a drum |
