| Elly wrapped her nineteen years
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| In a coat from '41
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| Had the looks that’d make a grown man sigh
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| From the Diamantina River country
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| She crossed the dry mid west
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| From her childhood schemes and sheltered dreams
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| She broke the ties
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| The commercial man made blunt demands
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| As they travelled south by east
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| Elly turned into a woman over night
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| He set her down in the heart of town
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| The millionaires retreat
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| She gazed up at the tall glass and concrete walls
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| At Main St. Surfers Paradise
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| If the decks been marked before the deal
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| You learn to compromise
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| Or you get to know the cool hand with the dice
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| You learn to live off losers, for they make the mistakes twice
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| You’re living in high society but you’re street wise
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| Just to survive, just to survive
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| With those centrefold looks
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| And bay-blue eyes
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| Man she stacked them in
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| All the senators and doctors called her Madam
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| With her fifteen girls she built a world
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| A pleasured paradise
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| On what a man of God would call the wages of sin
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| If the decks been marked before the deal
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| You learn to compromise
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| Or you get to know the cool hand with the dice
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| You learn to live off losers, for they make the mistakes twice
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| You’re living in high society but you’re street wise
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| Just to survive, just to survive
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| A wealthy woman
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| Drinks with diamond rings
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| Twenty stories high
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| Gazes out as the sun lifts from the sea
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| To make it to the top
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| Elly sacrificed the lot
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| And found that seven figure sum was way too high a fee
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| If the decks been marked before the deal
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| You learn to compromise
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| Or you get to know the cool hand with the dice
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| You learn to live off losers, for they make the mistakes twice
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| You’re living in high society but you’re street wise
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| Just to survive, just to survive |