| Your prettiness is seeping through
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| Out from the dress I took from you
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| So pretty
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| And my emptiness is swollen shut
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| Always a wretch I have become
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| So empty
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| And please please don’t leave me
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| I’m watching Naomi, full bloom
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| I’m hoping she will soon explode
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| Into one billion tastes and tunes
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| One billion angels come and hold her down
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| They could hold her down until she cries
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| I’m tasting Naomi’s perfume
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| It tastes like shit and I must say
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| She comes and goes most afternoons
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| One billion lovers wave and love her now
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| They could love her now and so could I
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| There is no Naomi in view
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| She walks through Cambridge stocks and strolls
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| And if she only really knew
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| One billion angels could come and save her soul
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| They could save her soul
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| Until she shines, until she shines
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| Until she shines, until she shines
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| Until she shines, until she shines
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| So pretty, so pretty
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| So pretty, so pretty
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| And please please don’t leave me |