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Margarida has a strange appeal |
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Sways between suitors on a broken heel |
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Of course her desires they always mistook |
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She'd rather've been scarred than be scarred with loathe |
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In conversation she often contends |
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Costumes build customs that involve dead ends |
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She found her courage in a change of scene |
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This Sunday's social would be short its queen |
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All her best years spent distracted |
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By these tired reenactments |
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With the right step she'll try her chances somewhere else |
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There he is a step outside her view |
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Reciting the words he hoped she might pursue |
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Night upon night a faithful light at shore |
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If he'd only convince his legs across the floor |
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Please, don't watch me dancing |
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Oh, no, don't watch me dancing |
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Something changes when she glances |
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Enough to teach you what romance is |
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With the right step they try their chances somewhere else |
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Please, don't watch me dancing |
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Don't watch me dancing |
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Please, don't watch me dancing (don't watch me dancing, don't watch me dancing) |
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Don't watch me dancing (don't watch me dancing) |
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Please, don't watch me dancing (don't watch me dancing, don't watch me dancing) |
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Don't watch me dancing (don't watch me dancing, don't watch me dancing) |
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Don't watch me dancing (don't watch me dancing, don't watch me dancing) |
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Don't watch me dancing (don't watch me dancing, don't watch me dancing) |
