| She hits me like a jetstream
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| Burning everything, sets a torch to my bone dry soul
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| And all that once laid dead and cold
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| Now swings and rolls
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| And the cartwheels and the cartwheels and the windmills knock them down
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| I don’t want no one else around
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| Just want to play around with this new friend I found
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| I want her over me
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| I want her alone with me
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| I want her to see all of me
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| A homeless child screams at me
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| Oh this is who I am
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| Old woman
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| New woman, new man
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| Well, it happened once again
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| The same thing that happened time and time again
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| And I should look the other way
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| But my eyes they just want to stare
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| Her hips and thighs and eyes
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| And yellow, shiny hair
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| She is the feature and the promised land
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| Just a new woman
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| New woman, new man
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| I think of her against me
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| How we wrestle in white sheets
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| Her body calling out to me on broad, wide winter streets
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| I’ve seen her eyes, I’ve seen her face
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| Now I won’t sleep with no one else
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| A woman ripe against my hand
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| And any old fool will understand
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| New woman, new man
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| New woman, new man |