| You lost your tan from a few months ago.
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| Now that red dress looks like blood lying on snow.
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| I feel my pulse start to increase the flow
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| On this cold, winter’s night, with such beauty on show.
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| You don’t like winter, you’re a summer girl.
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| Sun burnt and barefoot, your body unfurled.
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| But I can see you’re a Celtic princess
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| And in pale, northern lights, you’re at your very best.
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| My goodness!
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| Well, how do you do?
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| It’s taken generations
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| of lucky breeding
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| to make you,
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| to make you.
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| In my life’s challenges, you must be first prize.
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| I can see gold in the light of your eyes.
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| My honest soul, it just yearns to be free.
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| And I’m sure it would happen, if you lie with me.
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| My goodness!
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| Well, how do you do?
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| It’s taken generations
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| of lucky breeding
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| to make you,
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| They made you.
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| You lost your tan from a few months ago.
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| Now that red dress looks like blood lying on snow.
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| I feel my pulse start to increase the flow
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| On this cold, winter’s night, with such beauty on show.
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| On this cold, winter’s night, with such beauty on show.
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| On this cold, winter’s night, with such beauty on show. |