| Beautiful dreamer lays in her bed
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| Wonderful visions go round in her head
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| Her father has told her the stories of old
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| Of princes and ladies and diamonds and gold
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| Lets take a photograph, pictures don’t lie
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| Her long hair so golden, the blue of her eye
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| She taunts and she teases the boys in her school
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| They don’t understand, they don’t know her rules
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| Soon she’ll be leaving to get on a train
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| With mirror and makeup, for fortun and fame
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| Lets take a photograph, picturs don’t lie
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| Clutching her suitcase, she waves us goodbye
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| He comes from the shadows, with a gleam in his eye
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| And a golden medallion your money can’t buy
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| He takes her to Soho and he takes her up West
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| He fills her with lines, he’s rehearsed all the best
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| Now I’ll give you diamonds and I’ll give you gold
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| You’ll live the stories your father has told
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| So he gives her the diamonds that she sniffs from a spoon
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| And he leaves her on satin in some darkened room |