| A story bout a street girl named Genius
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| Give herself a name thought it would bring her fame
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| Sang poetry and mime on the street corner line
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| Dancin? |
| to a maze of passers by
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| In her blue jeans and her painted face
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| She took your mind through time and space
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| If desire could bring you everything you wanted
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| She woulda had it all a long, long time ago
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| In her mind she was reflecting the society we live in
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| That’s enough to make a woman’s heart go cold
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| (chorus)
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| In her blue jeans and her painted face
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| She took your mind through time and space
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| Do, do, do, do, do, do, do
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| La, la, la, la, la, la
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| La, la, la, la, la, la
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| La, la, la, la, la, la
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| (chorus)
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| In her blue jeans and her painted face
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| She took your mind through time and space
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| It was a big night and the audience was expected
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| And a ******* as she took the stage
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| And as she began to weave her magic
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| It was spellbound and under up in a ****
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| (chorus)
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| In her blue jeans and her painted face
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| She took your mind through time and space
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| (chorus) Improv |