| I used to go around with men you might find strange
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| But being young meant nothing ventured nothing gained
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| Lavish parties were held from Manhattan to Maine
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| All as fickle as castles in Spain
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| I was wasting my time
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| For their world was a stage
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| Like a bird trapped in a guilted cage
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| I was lonely, we met
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| You were young
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| Just a child
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| You would sing
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| You would laugh
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| You were wild.
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| (Bridge + Chorus)
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| A romantic Italian would know how to say
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| All the right things to steal love his way
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| You knew just how to weave that spell to make me feel that
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| I am a woman,
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| woman,
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| a real woman in your arms.
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| Woman, woman
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| a real woman in your arms
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| You remind me of beaches
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| caressing the sea
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| with a hundred white horses
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| all galloping free
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| Rocking that look on your face
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| And you eyes shining bright
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| We embraced and you made me feel right
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| For to love you
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| is wishing for time to stand still
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| And I love you and love you until
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| Cause to me you’re a man
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| And you’re gentle and kind
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| Who’d believe that I ever would find
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| (Bridge + Chorus)
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| A romantic Italian would know how to say
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| All the rights things to steal love his way
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| And still knows how to read that spell
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| To make me feel that I am a woman,
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| Woman
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| A real woman in your arms
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| Woman, woman
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| A real woman in your arms
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| Woman, woman,
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| A real woman in your arms,
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| Woman, woman,
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| A real woman in your arms,
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| Woman, woman
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| A real woman in your arms
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| (Fades to end) |