| The people I was with said you were
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| Nothing but a fag hag and a dope fiend
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| But the song of your eyes
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| Was of the loneliest woman I’ve ever seen
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| We talked drunkenly at the bar
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| I thought there’s a sweetness here
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| The world is missing
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| You just got fired and now you’re out
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| High and drunk and celebrating
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| Cleopatra Jones
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| If they don’t see you then they’re blind
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| Cleopatra Jones
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| Liquor and love and everything that’s kind
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| Always kind to strangers
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| But you know enough never to look back
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| You never know if they’re about to
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| Pour salt in the knife wound on your back
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| People in this bar are all smiles
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| But that doesn’t mean they’ll give you
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| The air you need to breathe
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| When the show’s over
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| They’ll take a big part of you
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| When they decide to leave
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| Cleopatra Jones
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| She can kung fu just like Hercules
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| Cleopatra Jones
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| Leaves evil men on their knees
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| Cleopatra only answers to a higher source from above
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| A sensitivity to bright light
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| And an unfounded belief in love
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| And a soul a little bigger
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| A little bigger than politeness can endure
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| Lighter than air and harder to hold
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| And much much bluer
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| Much bluer
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| Cleopatra Jones
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| Is in exile with a lot of class
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| Cleopatra Jones
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| Teach me how to kick a little ass
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| Cleopatra Jones
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| Scales of justice under her head wrap
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| Cleopatra Jones
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| Crown of thorns, wears it like a nightcap |