| Simply Lorraine sings for a while in a three-octave harmonica style
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| It’s easy to see her harmony stabbing at my songs from behind
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| Just trying to stick her cosmic philosopher’s words into rhymes
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| Nobody tells it the same, to her everything’s just like a game
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| But she’ll make it seem some big machine’s driving you clean outa your mind
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| Come on admit it, that’s just the limit, we’ve travelled from mad to sublime
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| She’s a lady from a background of pearls
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| Who’s tormenting and bending my world
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| Oh my only vice is the fantastic prices I charge for being eaten alive
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| So Nina can paint dragons on guitars, she can roll up a Victorian vase
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| That gal can sweep, skip, jump and leap into a room full of clowns
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| No one’ll tame her, no one’ll claim her till she’s been at least all around
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| Doreen is a hunk of a man, she can wipe every boy from the land
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| But Lorraine can fly it outa sight, then bring it on back to the fold
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| Give me a chance, I want romance, don’t give me your heart quite so cold
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| She’s a lady from a background of pearls
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| Who’s tormenting and bending my world
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| Oh my only vice is the fantastic prices I charge for being eaten alive |