| As the sun is sinking low
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| And the evening’s tucked in tow
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| On the horizon, my true love I see
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| She ain’t fancy, she ain’t fine
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| While her fingers number only nine
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| She’s the belle of the ball of the insurgency
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| She’s my Bandit Queen, lain beneath the moon
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| In a bandit cave, a blanket laid for two
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| If I could find a way to your hideaway by the sea
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| O Bandit Queen, steal away to me
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| Somewhere on a mountain, by a starry water fountain
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| In an alcove hid by some trees
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| Amidst a pile of treasure, reclining at her leisure
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| My ladylove sniffs as the breeze
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| And sitting up, she adjusts her turban
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| And takes another swig from a bottle of bourbon
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| And listening to the whistling of a train at station
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| Odds are it will never reach its destination
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| 'Cause the Bandit Queen, astride her steed will ride
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| O let me be the on to lay within your theivin' arms tonight
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| She’s my Bandit Queen, lain beneath the moon
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| In a bandit cave, there’s a blanket laid for two
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| If I could find a way to your hideaway by the sea
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| O Bandit Queen, steal away to me |