| She stands before the mirror
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| Smiles at her reflection
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| Striking sexy poses in the glass
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| She paints her lips a brilliant red
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| Piles her hair high on her head
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| Struggles to replace a false eyelash
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| She powders up her face
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| Paints her cheeks to match her lips
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| She wears a dress cut low in the front
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| Fittin? |
| tight around her hips
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| And there inside her room
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| She stands and gazes at herself
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| Where beauty lives in memory
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| She lives in fairy tales
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| Mirror, mirror on the wall
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| Who’s the fairest of them all
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| She sings as she goes waltzing? |
| cross the floor
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| She keeps a candle burning
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| And she waits for his returning
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| When beauty lives in memory
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| It lives forevermore
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| She was a fairy princess once
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| And was by all adored
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| They say she was the fairest of them all
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| They called her cinderella
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| And they say that every fella
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| Would gladly answer to her beck and call
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| So the story went
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| They tell of how this handsome prince
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| Stole her heart and wandered far away
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| He took her heart and took her mind
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| Now she has lost all track of time
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| Forty years has passed and still she waits singing
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| Repeat chorus
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| Meanwhile back inside her room
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| The shads are pulled it’s half past noon
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| But in her mind why it’s forty years ago
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| She recalls the beauty of their love
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| She remembers he was beautiful
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| And of course she always knew she was
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| And so the past unfolds
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| And all at once inside her mind
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| She sees him at the door
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| And as he’s leading her away
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| She feels the room begin to sway
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| Where beauty lives in memory
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| She falls dead upon the floor
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| Repeat chorus |