| When he said
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| When he said that he liked my cut of hair
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| I became a barber
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| When he said
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| When he said that my scent was Eau de Fleur
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| I became a perfumer
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| When he said
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| When he said that he liked the clothes I wore
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| I became a tailor
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| And I sewed a party dress—
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| In and out and in and out
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| With a needle and a thread—
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| In and out and in and out
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| In my head, the thought of him—
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| In and out, in and out and in
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| When he said
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| When he said he was leaving
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| I took up the violin
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| When he said
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| When he said that my body he’d not miss
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| I became a sculptress
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| When he said
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| When he said that my face he’d soon forget
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| I became a poet
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| And the fiddle and the bow—
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| In and out and in and out
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| And the chisel in the stone—
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| In and out and in and out
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| And the fountain pen—
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| In and out, in and out and in
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| Now that he’s gone away
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| There isn’t anyone to say
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| If I’m a lady gay, or a crazy woman
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| Now that he’s gone away
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| There isn’t anyone to say
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| If I’m a diamond or a dime a dozen
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| Didn’t I gleam in my father’s eye?
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| Who am I? |
| Who am I?
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| Didn’t I split my mother’s side?
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| Who am I? |
| Who am I?
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| Didn’t I drink her nipple dry?
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| Who am I?
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| And no one taught me how to cry
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| Who am I?
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| How to cry for what I wanted in the night
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| Who am I? |
| Who am I?
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| And didn’t I cry and cry?
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| Who am I?
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| Who am I? |