| 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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| 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. |