| I knew this colorful woman once
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| She drank and had a roving eye
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| In the morning she was always mournful
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| She’d cry and apologize
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| But she’d always repeat herself
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| Find comfort with a stranger and sing
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| She never took much notice
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| In the courtesy of kings
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| She had pictures of Cuban artists
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| And paintings from Rotterdam
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| Promises that she made
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| She never could stay true to them
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| She said she loved me so deeply
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| Then she’d spit in my face and scream
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| And she never took much notice
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| In the courtesy of kings
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| She had the face of an angel
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| And a smile no one could deny
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| But the heart of a devil
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| Beat deep down in her inside
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| She spoke of judgment and forgiveness
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| Her other lovers didn’t mean a thing
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| She never took much notice
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| In the courtesy of kings
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| We parted in the middle of nowhere
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| I haven’t seen her since then
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| She always kept my mind busy
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| She made her lies seem like a hymn
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| Sometimes I wonder if I’d see her
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| If I would still recognize
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| Or just remember her as a dream
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| And respect her for the love she used to bring
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| If I could show her
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| The courtesy of kings |