| Holly, Holly, Holly, where did you go after '97?
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| Holly, Holly, Holly, did you grow out of the kleptomania?
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| I can’t think of anyone who had a better hold on me
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| A better hold on me
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| She’s a storm, but she tries to live in the norm
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| In the heart of America
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| As you bear the children of yawn
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| I hope that you’re better now girl
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| Oh, yell it out, yell it out, yell it out, on your feet
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| Oh, yell it out, yell it out, yell it out, on your feet
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| Oh, Holly, you’re heating up that floor
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| Hollow cheeks and eyes are heavy noir
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| And as she lay down, I fell to my knees
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| She’s a storm, but she tries to live in the norm
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| In the heart of America
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| As you bear the children of yawn
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| I hope that you’re getting there girl
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| Now your name’s Victoria Yawn
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| And your hair is paradise blonde
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| But I still would recognise you on the news
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| You’re the heart of America
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| Oh, yell it out, yell it out, yell it out, on your feet
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| Oh, yell it out, yell it out, yell it out, on your feet
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| Oh, on your own, your soft moisturised feet
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| Oh on your, Dior moisturised feet
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| She’s a storm, but she tries to live in the norm
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| In the heart of America
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| As you bear the children of yawn
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| I hope that you’re getting there girl
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| Now your name’s Victoria Yawn
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| And your hair is paradise blonde
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| But I’ll always recognise you on the news
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| You’re the heart of America |