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10:15, Louise is ready |
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Down the stairs, her car is waiting |
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In the mirror a perfect face |
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In her mind a better place |
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Ever tired every day |
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Same old lover, same old life |
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No desire to be a wife |
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Locks her heart and leaves a letter |
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She wants |
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Bags of money |
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And I watch her walk away |
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Milk and honey |
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Searching for something |
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Build a castle |
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For you and me |
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No job, no boss |
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No stone, no moss |
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Everybody on your knees |
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Holiday for sweet Louise |
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On her way she takes a lover |
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Takes him in and under cover |
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All the way to ecstasy |
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Drops him off and takes another |
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On and on and on it goes |
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Always wanting, always taking |
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In and out of strangers' clothes |
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Close her eyes and all she sees |
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Bags of money |
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And I watch her walk away |
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Milk and honey |
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Looking for something |
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Build a castle |
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For you and me |
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No job, no boss |
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No stone, no moss |
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Everybody on your knees |
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Holiday for sweet Louise |
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French perfume and nothing cheaper |
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Silver shoes, no one can keep her |
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Ooh, fiesta takes its toll |
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Yes, Louise is on a roll for |
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Bags of money |
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And I watch her walk away |
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Milk and honey |
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Searching for something |
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Build a castle |
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For you and me |
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No job, no boss |
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No stone, no moss |
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Everybody to your knees |
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Holiday for sweet Louise |
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Sweet Louise |
