| Lately I’ve seen some changes around me
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| Winds have shifted quite suddenly
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| Still I try to stay calm
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| I inhale deeply & force a smile
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| 'Cause boys lately have called me Madam
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| Boys lately have called me Madam
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| Not a color changed in my wardrobe
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| Since your affair with Woody Strode
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| I still can spread my teenage style
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| I’ve been known to wave a certain charm
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| Yet boys lately have called me Madam
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| Boys lately have called me Madam
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| Well I don’t claim for eternal youth
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| But study quickly the turn of that mouth
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| It’s fast & sugared as a clementine
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| & somehow addictive as lemon-lime
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| How dare you call me Madam?
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| How dare you call me Madam?
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| Well tell me now would you feel better
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| To see a gold ring around my finger
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| Would it make you dress up on your hind
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| -Legs, would it drive you out of you mind
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| -Then? |
| Maybe you could call me Madam
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| Maybe you could call me Madam
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| Please stranger dear, agree and nod
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| And come and greet that Spanish blood
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| Forget the steps and dance awhile
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| You won’t feel danger into my arms
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| I’ll make you forget you called me Madam
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| I’ll make you forget you called me Madam
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| Call me. |
| Don’t call me Madam, call me !
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| Call me. |
| Don’t call me, Madam |