| A pretty girl, a pretty girl
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| Can walk anywhere
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| All doors open for her
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| Like a breath of fresh air,
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| Her beauty, it precedes her
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| Wrapped in her beauty,
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| Everywhere, she is welcome
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| First class on the plane,
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| Closed door of the club,
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| All faces turn, all faces turn
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| And they come alive,
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| With a desire to protect her
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| Nothing can interfere
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| With a dream of dreams so near
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| And when she caught my eye,
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| We were those for whom
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| The rules do not apply.
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| Chorus:
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| Pretty girl young man old man
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| Man with a gun
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| Two people in love (Two people in love)
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| The rules do not apply
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| To people in love
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| Pretty girl young man old man
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| Man with a gun
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| Two people in love (Two people in love)
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| The rules do not apply
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| To people in love
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| On a wire, a high wire
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| She likes to balance on a knife
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| She says on the wire,
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| That is living, oh,
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| You can forget the rest
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| On the wire, that is living,
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| Each step must be in place
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| So don’t look down,
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| One false move is all it takes.
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| We’d rather risk it all;
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| Roll the dice and let them fall
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| They say we can’t survive
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| But a life like this keeps me alive
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| Doesn’t matter where we are,
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| I still say the rules do not apply
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| Chorus |