| She was a lady, it’s easy to see
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| With rings on her fingers she used to be
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| Queen of the mansion, belle of the ball
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| Now, she just sits here, nobody calls
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| The bottle before her, the glass in her hand
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| Wearied and wasted through nothing she’d planned
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| Rags on her shoulders tell their own tale
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| She rests on her memories, lonely and frail
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| She was a lady, don’t call her names
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| Lady of yesterday
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| Ah, lady in chains, lady in chains
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| See how it rains, see how it rains
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| There once was a sailor came over from France
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| Could play any music, could sing and could dance
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| Taught her to love him, then left her alone
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| Forsaken by family turned from her home
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| She was a lady, she lived in style
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| They travelled to see her for many miles
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| Ah, but now she just sits here drinking her wine
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| If you buy her a glass or two, she won’t think you unkind
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| She was a lady, don’t call her names
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| Lady of yesterday
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| Ah, lady in chains, lady in chains
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| See how it rains, see how it rains |