| She longed to be a lady when she was just a child
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| But where the grass was greener
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| She done her going wild
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| And she tried to spread her tender wings
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| But never left the ground
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| So she turned to the breeze
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| At sweet sixteen
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| And woke up coming down
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| But she tries in her way climbing high
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| And she dies each time she fails
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| So give her a home
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| Or leave her alone
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| The lady’s not for sale
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| She ain’t ashamed to show her soul
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| She’ll sell it for a song
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| But free don’t mean she’s easy
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| Or right for going wrong
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| Oh so let her be the Lady, Lord
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| She wants so bad to be
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| And let her win
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| The gentleman
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| She was born to please
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| But she tries in her way climbing high
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| And she dies each time she fails
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| So give her a home
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| Or leave her alone
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| The lady’s not for sale
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| Oh so give her a home
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| Or just leave her alone
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| You know the lady is not for sale |