| You’re a good woman, and a good friend
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| You’ve got a good heart, even when it’s busted and bent
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| Lipstick and perfume, underground queen
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| Wearing loneliness like a costume for the whole world to see
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| And if your money runs out
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| And your good looks fade
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| May your kindness remain
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| Oh, may your kindness remain
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| Broke on a barstool, throwin' your paycheck away
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| On overpriced booze, slots, and valet
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| Fortune might buy you diamonds, all shiny and new
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| But it can’t buy you happiness, or love that is true
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| And if your money runs out
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| And your good looks fade
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| May your kindness remain
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| Oh, may your kindness remain
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| The richest of people
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| Aren’t rich with houses, cars, or fame
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| No, they’re not rich with something
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| That can be bought, or arranged
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| No, it’s kindness that makes them beautiful
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| And a kind heart don’t cost a dime
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| It’s a gift that keeps giving
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| For the rest of your life
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| And if your money runs out
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| And your good looks fade
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| May your kindness remain
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| Oh, may your kindness remain
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| May your kindness remain
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| Oh, may your kindness remain |