| I was ready to leave
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| Until I saw you walk through.
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| & now you’re looking at me
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| Like I’ve been looking at you.
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| Take a look around you,
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| You stand out a mile.
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| There’d be no-one here without you,
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| And so I ask myself why?
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| You’re such a pretty girl
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| That’s such a pretty dress
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| So what’s a pretty girl doing in a place like this?
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| Cold hearts and cocaine smiles
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| Are all that’s here inside
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| So what’s a pretty girl doing in a place like this?
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| The room could burn to the ground
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| For all that anyone cares.
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| That’s why it’s hard to believe
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| Someone like you is standing there.
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| Take a look around you,
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| A world made of white.
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| There is no-one here quite like you
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| Are you lonesome tonight?
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| You’re such a pretty girl
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| That’s such a pretty dress
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| So what’s a pretty girl doing in a place like this?
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| Where lovers, friends and fans
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| Are measured out in grams.
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| What’s a pretty girl doing in a place like this?
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| To me it almost seems absurd |