| What do I see?, That’s the question I’m most afraid of.
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| One that asks me what I’m really made of.
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| What do I see, much more than a reflection.
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| A romance with cheer perfection.
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| I see me, I see me
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| Actress, woman, star and lover
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| Sister, sweetheart, slave and mother
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| I see me, «and I like what I see.»
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| Virgin, temptress, dream of others
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| Yes it’s me, yes it’s me
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| We see you
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| «You mean me?»
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| Idol, Goddess, shameless hussy
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| Diva, princess, rude and lusty
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| Aaa aaa…
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| That’s not me, can’t be me
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| Angel, Devil
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| «You can trust me»
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| Mon a me
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| I see…
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| Uh Uh
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| Every where I look baby all I see is …
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| A contradiction
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| «Ah c’mon»
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| A pad edition
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| «Knock it of»
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| An inspiration
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| «That's more like it»
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| To a generation
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| «Now you’re talking»
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| That’s you…
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| That’s meeeee… |