| She may look as if butter won’t melt in her mouth
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| But the first glance may sometimes be a blur
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| I promise you, one day she will head South
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| And you’ll wonder why you didn’t stop her
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| You know appearances are deceptive
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| You wouldn’t judge a book by its cover
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| So have a closer look, in perspective
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| Give her another chance to uncover
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| Her opening night
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| Won’t be love at first sight
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| She will aim and miss
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| In the preliminaries
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| The premiere fails
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| And the reviewers bewail
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| There’ll be no encore
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| 'Cause you’re not begging for more
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| She may seem self-righteous and holier-than-thou
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| She may sound like she has all the answers
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| But beyond she may feel just a bit anyhow
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| She may be an insecure ropedancer
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| All you’ll end up with are trifling ephemeras
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| If you keep giving up at the frist go
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| So don’t you concede so easily and bypass
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| The obstacles covering the grace below
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| Her opening night
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| Won’t be love at first sight
|
| She will aim and miss
|
| In the preliminaries
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| The premiere fails
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| And the reviewers bewail
|
| There’ll be no encore
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| 'Cause you’re not begging for more
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| But the first impression doesn’t say enough
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| She’s a diamond, a diamond in the rough
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| All you’ll end up with are trifling ephemeras
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| If you keep giving up at the frist go
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| So don’t you concede so easily and bypass
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| The obstacles covering the grace below
|
| Her opening night
|
| Won’t be love at first sight
|
| She will aim and miss
|
| In the preliminaries
|
| The premiere fails
|
| And the reviewers bewail
|
| There’ll be no encore
|
| 'Cause you’re not begging for more
|
| Her opening night
|
| Won’t be love at first sight
|
| She will aim and miss
|
| In the preliminaries
|
| The premiere fails
|
| And the reviewers bewail
|
| There’ll be no encore
|
| 'Cause you’re not begging for more
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| There will be no encore
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| 'Cause you’re not begging for more
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| She’s a diamond in the rough |