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I Am Erica / I, America |
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Oh I met a little girl on the marketplace |
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Born without a proper face |
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Made to feel that magical sensation |
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A lovely voice, |
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Like a radio |
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Talking with a lavatory-disarray jacuzzi-conversation flow |
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It was the summer of one eighty-seven |
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She played piano |
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Stiff to the bone |
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Blue in the eyes under a veil of leather |
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We dressed her in red |
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She took off her hip |
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And now she is gone for good |
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Dance, dance, dance, I'm Erica, aha! |
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Look at me, aha! |
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Look at me, I'm all you've got |
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Yes, I've been loving you, baby |
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Ever since I was a high school boy |
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But I never said it's gonna be easy |
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Hello, hello |
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We're putting up a show |
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The Germans in the attic baking shapes of little Joes |
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It's such a beautiful day |
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They're crying on display |
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And bitter-flies and motorbikes and nasty conversations |
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Are the best |
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Dance, dance, dance I'm Erica, aha! |
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Look at me, aha! |
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Look at me, I'm all you've got! |
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Yes, I've had a crush on you, baby |
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Ever since I was an orphanage girl |
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You promised me a place in your world |
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Baby, baby, baby |
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Can I kiss you |
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Can I kiss you on the lip |
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Can I put you in a Jelly Belly jar and take a sip |
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Baby, baby |
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Can I touch you |
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Can I touch you on the thigh |
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Can I touch you where my shoulder needs to cry |
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They watched, they touched |
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They promised way too much |
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.... |
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They said, |
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Hello, hello |
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Look at her now |
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Just hanging from the chandelier |
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Oh, she's such a ballerina |
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Oh God, you must have seen her |
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When she was doing the Fandango |
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(Look at her now!) |
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(Roll the curtains down!) |
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Here comes the queen of the play |
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The Japanese girl with a rusty tambourine |
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Dance, dance, dance I'm Erica, aha! |
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Look at me, aha! |
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Look at me, I'm all you've got |
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Yes, I've been loving you, baby |
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Ever since I was an orphanage girl |
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Aaaaah. |