| She’s here now, perfume coiled like a thuggie scarf —
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| such a powerful drug to make you so naked and clean.
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| And you want to tell her
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| there’s so much to disclose
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| this idea you’ve got to sell her
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| a new set of empress’s clothes.
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| Who was that woman in the masquerade,
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| do those eyes still give you fever?
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| Who was that woman in the mystery-play,
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| do you still want to please her?
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| Where is the woman who can offer escape,
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| do you look for your freedom?
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| You see her
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| Ref.
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| You want her to wear that finery,
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| the style that’s never seen,
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| you’re trying to break the deadlock
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| of this strangleholding scene…
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| oh, look,
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| a new set of empress’s clothes!
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| The here and now stands in your way;
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| you carry the bell, book and candle…
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| she won’t make you go but she won’t let you stay
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| Ref.
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| You want her to wear that finery,
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| the style that’s never seen;
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| You’re trying to break the deadlock
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| of this strangleholding scene;
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| she makes you want to confess it all —
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| you don’t know what it means,
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| but she makes you see
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| Empress’s clothes. |