| Here comes the milkmaid with her firm shoulders and the attitude of Caesar for
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| one so disposable she’s never been that way inclined
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| Her hands are strong like the night we all sung her song
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| Through the day, the night confides in her, her pales are filled with stars,
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| fallen from the sky
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| She day dreams, the day that she leaves, to become an actress, the milmaid
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| superstar
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| And her hands are strong like the night, we all sung her song
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| Her father long since gone, left her with nothing, to live upon
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| But a brother too young to learn
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| A mother too old to work
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| The milkmaid goes on
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| Here comes the milkmaid with her, firm shoulders and the attitude of Caesar for
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| one so disposable she’s never been that way inclined
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| Then one night a show came through town, the milkmaid in the crowd,
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| was standing out
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| A director took her hand, I undertand you’d like to act, her made her try,
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| for a part
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| She tried with all her heart and she left with the show and a leading part
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| The days and nights became weightless and she became a great actress
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| Like the stars in the sky, and her hands stayed strong like the night she sung
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| her song
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| This is the story of the Milkmaid with her firm shoulders an the attitude of
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| Caesar for one so disposable she’s never been that way inclined
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| Her hands are strong and tonight we sing this song |