| They say she was so strong
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| Put us back where we belong
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| But she never tried to make my day
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| Tried to blow it all away
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| Now she’s agent orange in the dirty wind
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| Can’t wait for something to begin
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| They say she changed the world so well
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| Really rwang those wedding bells
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| But she went and missed my G spot
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| By burning all the goods we’d got
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| Now she’s growing grey out in the bin
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| Just can’t wait for something to begin
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| They say that she was metal hard
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| And handed us some real good cards
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| But she never trumped my ace
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| Though she blew CS gas in my face
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| Now she’s fertilising flaky tin
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| Can’t wait for something to begin
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| The way she walked just wasn’t real
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| Clouds of rust all swirling round her heels
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| When she stepped from her oxhide car
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| It was Winston in drag without the cigar
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| Rusty lady etc |