| She’s got another fantasy
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| She lives in flat number twenty three
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| Picked first prize for carnival queen
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| And now she takes her clothes off
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| Collects the covers of her magazines
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| She longs to be another teenage dream
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| The problem is she’s turning forty three
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| She still takes her clothes off
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| She got the nickname porta bubble Joan
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| They found her dead, dead as nails at home
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| And she said, I’m gonna be another Marilyn
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| Bleach my hair and get real thin
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| And everybody’s gonna wanna dance with me
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| She loved to have her little fantasies
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| She longed to be the wife of Jimmy Dean
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| But Jimmy’s head sits in Jimmy’s knees
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| She loves to take her clothes off
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| Police are looking around at twenty three
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| They found her hanging from her swollen feet
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| They saw her dance last in Woolworth street
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| She loved to take her clothes off
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| She got the nickname porta bubble Joan
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| They found her dead, dead as nails at home
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| And she said, I’m gonna be another Marilyn
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| Bleach my head and get real thin
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| And everybody’s gonna wanna dance with me
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| Everybody’s gonna wanna dance with me
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| Everybody wants to be the carnival queen
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| Everybody’s gonna wanna dance with me
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| Everybody wants to be the carnival king or queen
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| We all read the books
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| She takes her clothes off
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| One by one, one by one, off again |