| You’re corrugated steel baby
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| Platinum to feel lady,
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| Eyes are just two heavy stones,
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| Someone, spilt the glass,
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| And you’re ageing much too fast,
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| And, you say that you’ve been left alone.
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| You’re leant against the night,
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| But you say you feel alright,
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| Only somebody has stolen your home.
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| The pearls around your neck
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| There at great expense were set,
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| But your tangled hair resists the comb,
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| No where to go now she has fallen,
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| No one to come see her,
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| For she was born to the screen,
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| And as she performed,
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| Their hearts really melted, Ahh …
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| Sure I’ve seen your face before,
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| But yes then there was a war,
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| And depression left the world so flat,
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| Yes, you were super-huge baby,
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| Limousines you used,
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| But your memory it clouds after that.
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| You say what’s this part of town,
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| And yes it’s a long way down,
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| And you swear you didn’t know it existed.
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| You’re from high on the hill,
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| And the fact you’re not there still,
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| I would surely have killed you ninth husband.
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| No where to go …
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| Well could I spare the fare,
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| 'Cause your cheque book isn’t there,
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| Could I take you to where your hotel is.
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| Oh yes I told them who you were,
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| But they said they would prefer it,
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| If you would find another place to crash in,
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| I know the streets are very cold,
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| And the shallow walls don’t hold,
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| The shelter and protection you’re seeking.
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| And as I walk away,
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| You turn to me and say,
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| You’d rather I forget about our meeting.
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| No where to go now she has fallen … |