| What a beautiful mansion he built you
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| Splendid, Lord, you’ve got it wall to wall
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| And yet with all of that you’re still not happy
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| 'Cause every time he’s gone I get your call
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| Slide off of your satin sheets
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| Slip into your long, soft mink
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| You know where to find my door
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| And I know what you’re cryin' for
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| Slide off of your satin sheets
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| Slip into your long, soft mink
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| You know where to find my door
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| And I know what you’re cryin' for
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| Baby, you once told me I was good for nothin'
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| And you couldn’t live on dreams and crystal balls
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| His money buys you everything, but my lovin'
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| So I guess, I’m good for something after all
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| Slide off of your satin sheets
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| Slip into your long, soft mink
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| You know where to find my door
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| And I know what you’re cryin' for
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| Slide off of your satin sheets
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| Slip into your long, soft mink
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| You know where to find my door
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| And I know what you’re cryin' for |