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With your red red lips, on your white, white face |
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And your twisted smile, gone down a trace |
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And your father's money, and your mother's taste |
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And your sister's wardrobe all cinched in at the waist |
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What does it matter to me, now that you vanished 'cross the sea? |
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With your dancin' mind, and your sparkling wit |
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And your lit'rary connections that you care for not one bit |
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With your jewelry dripping off your hands, it's strange |
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I know you're never gonna change, your ways |
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What does it matter to me, now that you vanished 'cross the sea, yeah? |
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A pearl in the ocean so blue, that's what |
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I think of when |
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I dream about you |
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With your red red lips on your poor suckling skin |
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And your cocktail dress made for posing in |
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And your father's money and your mother's grace |
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You always have your very very own way |
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You're never gonna change |
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You're never gonna change, your ways |
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You're never gonna change, oh my |
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But you're never gonna change |
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You're never gonna change! |