| She is a belter, different from the rest
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| Diamonds oan' her finger and she always looks her best
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| She is a gangster, with a hundred-mile stare
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| When she walks her feet don’t touch the flare'
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| She is a belter
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| She plays wae' lightning, I’m a hundred miles high
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| Dishing out the thunder like a god inside the sky
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| She is a dancer and she dances in my dreams
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| Reminds me that the world is not as evil as it seems
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| She is a belter
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| No happy endings, unless fairy-tales come true
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| But she looks like a princess and there’s not much else to do
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| I think I love her
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| She gets underneath my skin
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| But I’ve been stung a few times, so I don’t let no one in
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| No even belter
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| She is a belter
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| She is a belter
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| She is a belter
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| How can she reach me when I’m high above the shelf?
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| Lost inside a smoke ring while I ponder tae' myself
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| Is she the answer, tae the question in my mind?
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| Is happiness an option, or has love just turned me blind?
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| Is she a belter?
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| No happy endings; |
| unless fairy-tales come true
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| But she looks like a princess and there’s not much else to do
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| I think I love her
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| She gets underneath my skin
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| But I’ve been stung a few times, so I don’t let no one in
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| No even belter
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| She is a belter
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| She is a belter
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| She is a belter |