| She makes her appearance
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| Never unnoticed
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| Heads turn, egos twitching
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| They want to see her play the part
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| Oh, what a woman
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| Something that is so disturbing
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| They love the muse in her
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| Wishing for a girl like her
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| Oh, how fascinating you are
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| So beautiful
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| So entertaining
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| You make me laugh
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| And you had me thinking
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| Oh, never met someone like you
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| Their drama wants a girl like me
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| Feeding their dead poetry
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| In their stories, in songs
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| They make her come alive
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| Songs of passion and wild girls
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| Empty words
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| But hey, they want to fantasize
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| Simplicity
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| Is haunting their daily lives
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| Catch her like a butterfly
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| Strangling the muse within her
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| Oh, how fascinating you are
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| Too mystical
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| Too intriguing…
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| You make me laugh
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| And you had me thinking
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| Oh, never had a girl like you
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| Fading is the muse in her
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| All alone in her empty house of dreams
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| What a weird girl… living in her own world
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| What a weird girl… and you can’t reach her
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| All alone in her empty house of dreams |