| I will pack all my pretty dresses
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| I will box up my high-heeled shoes
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| A sparkling ring for every finger
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| I’ll put away and hide from view
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| Coats of boucle, jacquard and cashmere
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| Cartouche and tweed, all silver-shot
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| And everything that could remind you
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| Of how easy I was not
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| I’ll tuck away my gilded buttons
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| I’ll bind my silks in shapeless bales
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| Wrap it all up in reams o' tissue
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| And then I’ll kiss you sweet farewell
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| You saw me rise to our occasion
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| And so deny the evidence
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| 'Caused me to burn and twist and grimace against you
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| Like something caught on a barbed wire fence
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| Now you can see me fall back here redoubled
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| Full bewildered and amazed
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| I have gotten into some terrible trouble
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| Beneath your blank and rinsing gaze
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| It does not suffice for you to say I am a sweet girl
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| Or to say you hate to see me sad because of you
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| It does not suffice to merely lie beside each other
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| As those who love each other do
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| I picture you rising up in the morning
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| Stretching out on your boundless bed
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| Beating a clear path to the shower
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| Scouring yourself red
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| The tap of hangers swaying in the closet
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| Unburdened hooks and empty drawers
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| And everywhere I tried to love you
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| Is yours again and only yours
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| La-la-la-la… |