| Calendar, pin-up girl
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| Blonde and bronze, beauty fair
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| Photographed, cover girl
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| Unashamed, body bare
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| There’s no story
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| She’s a country girl at heart
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| There’s no glory
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| She’s just in it for the art, her part
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| Sun oiled skin, shapely breast
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| Slim and sleek, without dress
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| Page two girl, page two world
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| Glamour girl, look your best
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| There’s no story
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| She’s a country girl at heart
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| There’s no glory
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| She’s just in it for the art, her part
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| Every day I’m waiting by the telephone
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| Every day you keep me hanging on
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| But while you’re away, I think night and day
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| About where you’re gone and how for long
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| Before our love turns to stone
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| See you in the papers and the magazines
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| But a photograph’s no good to me
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| But while you’re away, I think night and day
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| About where you’re gone and how for long
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| Before our love turns to stone
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| Saw you for the first time and my shutter froze
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| Cameras clicked, we kissed and you were gone
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| But while you’re away, I think night and day
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| About where you’re gone and how for long
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| Before our love turns to stone
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| Beauty contests were your only claim to fame
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| Then your body won over your brain
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| You stripped for the lights
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| And things went just right
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| Now you’re suntanned right down to the bone
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| And our love’s gone, turned to stone |