| Back in the days of knights in armor
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| There once lived a lovely charmer
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| Swimming in the Rhine
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| Her figure was divine
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| She had a yen for all the sailors
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| Fishermen and gobs and whalers
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| She had a most immoral eye
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| They called her Lorelei
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| She created quite a stir
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| And I want to be like her
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| I want to be like that gal on the river
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| Who sang her song to the ships passing by
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| She had the goods and how she could deliver
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| The Lorelei
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| She used to love in a strange kind of fashion
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| With lots of hey-ho-de-ho-hi-de-hi
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| And I can guarantee I’m full of passion
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| Like the Lorelei
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| I’m treacherous, yeah, yeah
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| Oh, I just can’t hold myself in check
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| I’m lecherous, yeah, yeah
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| I want to bite my initials on a sailor’s neck
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| Each affair has a kick and a wallop
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| For what they crave, I can always supply
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| I want to be just like that other trollop
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| The Lorelei
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| I want to be just like that other trollop
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| The Lorelei |