| I´m really the kind to dazzle and twirl
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| Have tantrums like silver slanting rain
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| Walk up to strangers
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| Parade with my pride
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| And stride like a lion up
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| A mad mountainside
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| So steep, so lovely
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| Don´t think about the fall
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| Then suddenly, no warning
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| No nothing, I’m small
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| I´m small
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| Smaller than anyone, smaller than you
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| You see, I´m really the kind
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| To cower in the corner
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| And pray that some guy
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| Will have a kind word to say
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| Then be tiny in his arms
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| And be stroked to my heart
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| And coaxed and caressed
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| And combed and undressed
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| Then finally I´ll trust him
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| Abandon it all
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| Then suddenly, no warning
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| No nothing, I’m too tall
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| I´m tall, taller than anyone
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| Taller than boys
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| I´m tall, taller than anyone
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| Taller than you
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| The pendulum swings both ways
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| And I lose my equilibrium
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| I swing so fast inside it’s motion
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| That I become the hum
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| I become the hum
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| You see I´m really the kind
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| To walk the avenues
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| And criticize the mannequins
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| And ogle the jewels
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| Justify spending the cash
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| I don´t have
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| Break resolutions
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| With a naughty little laugh
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| I´m nothing unless
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| I´m the belle of the ball
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| And then suddenly
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| No warning, no nothing
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| I´ve got it all, I see it all
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| I have it all, I have it all
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| It is, it is, it is, it is
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| It is, my soul, my soul |