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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 paint 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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That 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, give her a drum. |
