| I was Cleopatra, I was young and an actress
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| When you knelt by my mattress, and asked for my hand
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| But I was sad you asked it, as I laid in a black dress
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| With my father in a casket, I had no plans
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| And I left the footprints, the mud stained on the carpet
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| And it hardened like my heart did when you left town
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| But I must admit it, that I would marry you in an instant
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| Damn your wife, I’d be your mistress just to have you around
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| But I was late for this, late for that, late for the love of my life
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| And when I die alone, when I die alone, when I die I’ll be on time
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| While the church discouraged, any lust that burned within me
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| Yes my flesh, it was my currency, but I held true
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| So I drive a taxi, and the traffic distracts me
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| From the strangers in my backseat, they remind me of you
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| But I was late for this, late for that, late for the love of my life
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| And when I die alone, when I die alone, when I die I’ll be on time
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| And the only gifts from my Lord were a birth and a divorce
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| But I’ve read this script and the costume fits, so I’ll play my part
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| I was Cleopatra, I was taller than the rafters
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| But that’s all in the past now, gone with the wind
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| Now a nurse in white shoes leads me back to my guestroom
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| It’s a bed and a bathroom
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| And a place for the end
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| I won’t be late for this, late for that, late for the love of my life
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| And when I die alone, when I die alone, when I die I’ll be on time |