| The lady fits her ol' blue jeans
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| Hitches rides in limousines
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| You know there’s a lot of kings and queens
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| Who would envy her in a t-shirt she wears
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| Platform shoes and applique
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| Antique lace and black romaine
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| Oh I have watched her sit and play
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| With a daisy chain or a baby’s hand and
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| Oh so elegantly
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| She stands with a stolen rose
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| Rings for fingers, and a kiss for her nose and
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| She will have music wherever she goes
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| The lady wears the best perfume
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| Takes her time in her old man’s bathroom
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| She lures the old man to his doom
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| He was ambushed by the shaving cream
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| Or a help in the strawberry farm
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| Served up ripe between his eyes
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| You dare not make the lady cry, y’know
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| Revenge is swift and sticky and
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| Yes, she may have one of these
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| And yes, she may have one of those
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| Rings for fingers, and a kiss for her nose and
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| She will have music wherever she goes
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| The lady dines like a moviestar
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| Oh, we count our cash in some backstreet bar
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| But it don’t matter where we are
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| You know those heads turn 'round when she walks in
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| A borrowed room, or a fine hotel
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| You might find heaven and ya' might find hell
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| The lady fits her blue jeans so well, you know
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| She’ll hurt ya' but she’ll help ya' too and
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| Yes, she may have one of these
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| And yes, she may have one of those
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| Rings for fingers, and a kiss for her nose and
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| She will have music wherever that lady goes
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| She will have music wherever she goes |