| She’s got her nose in the mirror
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| She’s got her mind in a cloud
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| I want so much to be near her
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| But I’m gonna have to wait
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| 'Til she comes — Down!
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| 'Til she comes down!
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| 'Til she comes — Down!
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| 'Til she comes down!
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| She’s a classy, sassy, flashy lady
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| She hides her heart in a shroud
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| I’d take a nod or a maybe
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| But I’m gonna have to wait
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| No need to talk, she won’t listen
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| Not 'til she come down
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| She’s unaware of her condition
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| Not 'til she come down
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| I think the world of her
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| She makes my world go 'round
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| I only wanted to love her
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| But I guess I’ll have to wait
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| No need to talk, she won’t listen
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| Not 'til she come down
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| She’s unaware of her condition
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| Not 'til she come down
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| 'Til she come down!
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| 'Til she come down!
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| 'Til she come down!
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| 'Til she come down! |
| Down! |
| Down! |
| Down! |
| Down!
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| No, no, no, no, no, no, no… |