| I fell into the street, poison in my veins
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| Clambered to my feet and into the night again
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| Back to my home, back to my owner
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| Who screams at my tardiness
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| Put his hands to the sky
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| And says, what can I do with a girl
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| If she refuses to be mine?
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| In his bed I am queen, unobtainable me
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| Sexual being, human with feelings
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| The two are not me
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| The two will not be mine
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| And what can you do with a girl
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| If she refuses to be mine?
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| Put his hand on my shirt
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| Hand on my face
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| Head to the wall
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| When you’ve broken your only doll
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| And what will you do with a girl
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| If she refuses to be alive?
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| And you’ve broken your only doll
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| And what will you do with a girl
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| If she’s refusing to be alive?
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| There’s a house across the river but, alas, I cannot swim
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| And a garden of such beauty that the flowers seem to grin
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| There’s a house across the river, but alas, I cannot swim
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| I’ll live my life regretting that I never jumped in
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| There’s a boy across the river with short black curly hair
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| He wants to be my lover and I want to be his peer
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| There’s a boy across the river but, alas, I cannot swim
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| And I never will get to put my arms around him
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| There’s a life across the river that was meant for me
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| Instead I live my life in constant misery
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| There’s a life across the river, but I do not see
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| Why I should please those who will never be pleased
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| There is gold across the river, but I don’t want none
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| There is gold across the river, but I don’t want none
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| Gold is fleeting, gold is fickle, gold is fun
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| Gold is fleeting, gold is fickle, gold is fun
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| There is gold across the river, but I don’t want none
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| I would rather be dry than held up by a golden gun
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| Saying, work more, earn more, live more
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| Have more fun |