| Margarita has a strange appeal
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| Sways between suitors on a broken heel
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| Of course her desires they always mistook
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| She’d rather’ve been scarred than be scarred with loathe
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| In conversation she often contends
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| Costumes build customs that involve dead ends
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| She found her courage in a change of scene
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| This Sunday’s social would be short its queen
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| All her best years spent distracted
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| By these tired reenactments
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| With the right step she’ll try her chances
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| Somewhere else
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| There he is a step outside her view
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| Reciting the words he hoped she might pursue
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| Night upon night a faithful light at shore
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| If he’d only convince his legs across the floor
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| Please, don’t watch me dancing
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| Oh no, don’t watch me dancing
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| Something changes when she glances
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| Enough to teach you what romance is With the right step they try their chances
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| Somewhere else
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| Please, don’t watch me dancing
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| Don’t watch me dancing
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| Don’t watch me dancing (don't watch me dancing)
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| Please, don’t watch me dancing (don't watch me dancing, don’t watch me dancing)
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| Don’t watch me dancing (don't watch me dancing, don’t watch me dancing)
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| Don’t watch me dancing (don't watch me dancing, don’t watch me dancing)
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| Don’t watch me dancing (don't watch me dancing, don’t watch me dancing) |