| She got a poet’s spirit
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| She bums among the clouds
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| She never stops believing
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| She only dreams out loud
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| There’s a jackpot in the dresser
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| She’s smiling in the glass
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| And if you need to kiss her
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| Don’t forget your stash
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| 'cause she gives it away
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| And you’re fascinated by her
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| And she does it again
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| With simple and brilliant desire
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| And she gives it away
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| And you’re fascinated by
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| By her
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| She wears a million colors
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| There’s rainbows on her soles
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| She got a sign above her
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| That says I’m never growing old
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| You’re asking her to dance
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| Now she spins a solid white light
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| She gonna make love to you today
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| Today and every night
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| And she gives it away
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| And you’re fascinated by her
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| Then she does it again
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| With simple and brilliant desire
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| And she gives it away
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| And you’re fascinated by
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| By her, by her
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| She may be waiting 'round the corner
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| Of your mind
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| But still you know she’s there you can
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| Feel her inside
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| So don’t forget about the reasons
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| That brought you her
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| 'cause she’s a miracle
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| And she gives it away
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| And you’re fascinated by her
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| Then she does it again
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| With simple and brilliant desire
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| And she gives it away
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| And you’re fascinated by
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| And she gives it away
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| And you’re fascinated by
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| By her, by her, by her, by her, by her, by her |