| Bathsheba smiles
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| She smiles and veins turn to ice
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| She smiles and heads bow down
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| She works the room
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| Air-kisses every victim twice
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| She spreads her joy around
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| Do you close your eyes to see miracles?
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| Do you raise your face to kiss angels?
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| Do you float on air to hear oracles?
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| Bathsheba smiles, smiles
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| Bathsheba smiles, smiles
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| No doubt can cross her mind
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| Cross her mind
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| Bathsheba knows
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| She knows you better than yourself
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| Confess upon your knees
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| She shares her love
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| And sharing love is sharing wealth
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| Dig in your pocket, please
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| Do you close your eyes to see miracles?
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| Do you raise your face to kiss angels?
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| Do you float on air to hear oracles?
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| Bathsheba smiles, smiles
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| Bathsheba smiles, smiles
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| No doubt can cross her mind
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| No pain no gain’s a strain
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| But she never seems to hurt
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| Catwalk pilgrims sing this song
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| Hello heaven, goodbye dirt
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| And no hair shirt
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| Do you close your eyes to see miracles?
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| Do you raise your face to kiss angels?
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| Do you float on air to hear oracles?
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| Bathsheba smiles, smiles
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| Bathsheba smiles, smiles
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| No doubt can cross her mind
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| Do you close your eyes?
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| Do you raise your face?
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| Bathsheba smiles, smiles
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| Bathsheba smiles, smiles
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| Bathsheba smiles |