| Cry baby boy, not tears of joy
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| The one you held is no longer your toy
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| She’s got her new boots and her make up on
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| You can call her your friend
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| But not your lover again
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| She’s made it clear as air that this affair is at an end
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| So what are you doing holding on?
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| Don’t you see she’s
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| Rare, precious and she’s gone
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| She’s rare, precious and she’s gone
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| She was soft in your hands, now she’s shattered your plans
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| I’m sympathetic but you’ve got to understand
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| You tried to squeeze her somewhere
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| She just don’t belong
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| SHe was being sincere when she breathed in your ear
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| As long as there were stars in the night sky she’d be near
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| Even angels get it wrong!
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| Won’t you see she’s
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| Rare, precious and she’s gone
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| She’s rare, precious and she’s gone
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| It’s a subtle trap
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| Seeding guilt in her mind
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| But she ain’t taking your crap
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| This time
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| Boy you’re out on a line…
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| She’s a queen among women, a child among queens
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| The finest thing that your lovesick eyes have ever seen
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| She’s a rose without a thorn
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| She’s a peach, she’s a prize
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| A gift in disguise
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| She’s graceful and colourful and when she grows
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| She’ll be wise
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| But most of all my friend, she’s gone
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| Gone, gone gone!
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| She’s rare, precious and she’s gone
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| Rare, precious and she’s gone
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| Yes, she’s rare, precious and she’s gone
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| She’s rare, precious and she’s gone
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| Gone, gone gone… |