| She was a woman sawed in half
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| It was done by a bad magician
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| There was a point at which she just had to laugh
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| You could appreciate her position
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| Her legs in one way, and her head another
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| She just kept thinking about walking away
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| They tried to put her back together underneath the cover
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| But her heart kept getting in, getting in the way
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| She was a woman sawed in half
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| Lets cut to the chase, love, this was showtime
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| And he was sweating bullets, and walking on glass
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| Somewhere between the evening news and tomorrow’s headline
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| (Buzz awhile.)
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| She was a woman sawed in half
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| It was done by a bad magician
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| Yeah, it was a clear cut thing, no, you didn’t have to ask
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| She was gonna have to make her own decisions
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| Her legs got up and walked away, and her head came rolling
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| Oh, the room was painted black night, and turning dayglow
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| She wound up in two places at once, her heart was swollen
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| He played his musical saw in the streets of San Diego
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| Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
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| Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
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| Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
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| Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
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| She was a woman sawed in half, her legs in Tijuana
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| She was a bodyless head and trapeze artist in a circus in Bombay
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| Now a woman’s gonna do exactly what a woman’s gonna
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| Yeah, some bad magicians wouldn’t have it any other way
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| She holds on to that trapeze by the skin of her teeth, or so they say
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| REPEAT VERSE |