| A broken woman sits at the bar
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| Sipping gin and tonic
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| She thinks she’s the star
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| The star of the dance floor
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| The goddess of love
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| She shakes to the music till the last song is gone
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| She wants to change
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| At least that’s what she says
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| But she just can’t relate
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| She just can’t find herself
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| What a foolish broken woman
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| Her face is aging, oh, yes it is
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| The years take hold
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| She’s got lines on her skin and marks on her soul
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| It’s money she’s after; |
| pills are a must
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| She’s clutching at life
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| But all she touches turns to dust
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| She wants to change
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| At least that’s what she says
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| But she just can’t relate
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| She just can’t find herself
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| What a foolish broken woman
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| She is drunk and half crazy
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| Every night when she leaves the bar
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| And then she drives through the night
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| In her big shiny car
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| Nobody loves her; |
| nobody cares
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| She’s all by herself
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| No one wants to be there with her
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| She wants to change
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| At least that’s what she says
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| But she just can’t relate
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| She just can’t find herself
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| What a foolish broken woman
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| She’s got the broken woman blues |