| You can have it if you want, it’s on a plate
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| With southern fries and a salad dressed
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| Or, better still, undressed
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| And she’ll come microwaved and hot
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| Loving all the things you’ve got
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| And you will be everything you’re not
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| When she’s around
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| And she’ll be made in heaven
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| In heaven, they said
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| That she’ll be made in heaven
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| Forever in your head
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| You can keep it if you want, or throw it away
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| She comes free with metallic paint and a three
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| Year warantee
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| You can pull her on like a pair of jeans or
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| Drink her down like the real thing
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| And she’ll have a mind to call your own
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| And she won’t wait to get you home
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| To get you home
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| And she’ll be made in heaven
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| In heaven, they said
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| That she’ll be made in heaven
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| Forever in your head
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| She’ll be made in heaven
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| In heaven, they said
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| That she’ll be made in heaven
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| Forever in your head
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| She’ll make you fly, she’ll take you deep
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| When she comes walking in your sleep
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| But they made you a promise they couldn’t keep
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| When they told you
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| That she’ll be made in heaven
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| In heaven, they said
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| That she’ll be made in heaven
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| Forever in your head |