| There was a time that you curled up
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| In my lap like a child
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| You’d cling to me smilin'
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| Your eyes wide and wild
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| Now you slip through my arms
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| Wave a passing hello
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| Twist away and toss a kiss
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| Laughin' as you go
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| You used to say «Read me a story.»
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| And, «Sing me songs of love.»
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| For you were Princess Paradise
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| On the wings of a dove
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| Now I chase you and I tease you
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| Tryin' to remake you my own
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| You just turn away and say
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| «Please leave me alone.»
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| And I’m a tangled up puppet
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| All hangin' in your strings
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| I’m a butterfly in a spider’s web
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| Fluttering my wings
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| And the more that I keep dancin'
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| And spinning 'round in knots
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| The more I see what used to be
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| And the less of you I’ve got
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| You are a drawer full of make-up
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| And rinses and things
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| You keep changing your moods
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| Like your earrings and rings
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| But tonight while we played tag
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| For five minutes in the yard
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| Just for a moment I caught you off-guard
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| And I’m a tangled up puppet
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| All hangin' in your strings
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| I’m a butterfly in a spider’s web
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| Fluttering my wings
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| And the more that I keep dancing
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| And spinning 'round in knots
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| The more I see what used to be
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| And the less of you I’ve got
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| Now you write your secret poems
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| In a room just for your dreams
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| You don’t find time to talk to me
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| About the things you mean
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| And what I mean is--
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| I have watched you take shape
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| From a jumble of parts
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| And find the grace and form
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| Of a fine work of art
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| Hey, you, my brand new woman
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| Newly come into your own
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| Don’t you know
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| That you don’t need
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| To grow up all alone |