| Her heart has had more knocks than a gypsy’s tambourine
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| Yet it’s worth more gold than any man has ever seen
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| And although no one has fallen for her like she’s fallen for them
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| She says her heart isn’t broken, it’s only broken in
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| She’s ready for someone to love her
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| Someone to hold her tight
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| Some to curl up next to when her feet get cold at night
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| She’s weathered the whirlwind romance
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| Stood through the one-night stands
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| She’s ready for someone to love her
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| Who’ll be the lucky man
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| Well she has had her fill of those unfulfilling men
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| You know the kind that come calling never to call back again
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| Oh she’s bound and determined not to be fooled anymore
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| And poor thing she’ll keep that promise
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| The same way she kept it before
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| She’s ready for someone to love her
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| Someone to hold her tight
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| Some to curl up next to when her feet get cold at night
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| She’s weathered the whirlwind romance
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| Stood through the one-night stands
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| She’s ready for someone to love her
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| Who’ll be the lucky man
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| She’s ready for someone to love her
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| Someone to hold her tight
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| Some to curl up next to when her feet get cold at night
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| She’s weathered the whirlwind romance
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| Stood through the one-night stands
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| She’s ready for someone to love her
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| Who’ll be the lucky man
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| You know she’s ready for someone to love her |