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Life is not easy for Sister Marie |
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She finds that a thought is in error |
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A captive face haunting the mirror |
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Discomforts her |
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She listens intently to follow her dream |
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As it tells of her faith is a blessing |
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And she worries that he might be dancing |
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His irony |
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(Chorus) |
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It would be nice just to live like a lady |
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And to have someone to marry |
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It would be nice to have someone to care for |
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Someone to care when I'm weary |
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Carefully presenting the resemblance of peace |
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She fulfills her merriest duty |
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Until all the changes she goes through |
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Have beaten her |
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She write to her sister, it's snowing in the east |
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Doing quite how she is progressing |
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And startles herself by confessing |
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Her jealously |
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(Chorus) |
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It would be nice just to live like a lady |
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And to have someone to marry |
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It would be nice to have someone to care for |
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Someone to care when I'm weary |
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Life is not easy for Sister Marie |
|
She finds that a thought is in error |
|
A captive face haunting the mirror |
|
Discomforts her |
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(Chorus) |
|
It would be nice just to live like a lady |
|
And to have someone to marry |
|
It would be nice to have someone to care for |
|
Someone to care when I'm weary |
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(Chorus) |
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It would be nice just to live like a lady |
|
And to have someone to marry |
|
It would be nice to have someone to care for |
|
Someone to care when I'm weary |
