| Thinking surface looking under
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| You want something look no further
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| Thinking hard but working in a small time
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| She was born in mid-town provincia
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| Down the road from Faust
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| Harper Lee said it’s allowed
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| Mama wakes up raising money
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| In the back room speaking like a sonnet
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| Did it a suicide come?
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| Freak see-saw romance come
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| Peak time sure sign
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| She’s here to serve it up
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| Like a dream
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| She’s a waltz
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| Like I am
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| She’s so soft
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| Raising fools and it’s no wonder
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| What we have a care for we won’t tear asunder
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| We offend but she won’t suffer
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| She’s like having heaven in your home
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| She’s a dream
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| Like a waltz
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| She’s a gas
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| She’s so soft
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| Like a dream
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| She’s a waltz
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| She’s a man
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| She’s so soft
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| You can suffer all your monies
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| Rose and me still love you honey
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| Could I face another day content that I was under
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| But if you go leave your soul home
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| She’s so soft
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| She’s so soft
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| Thinking surface looking under
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| You want something look no further
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| Break it down softly she won’t murmur
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| She was thrown from big-town provincia
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| You get a suicide sun
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| People there are neither hip nor dumb
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| Peak time sure sign
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| She’s here to serve it up
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| Like a dream
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| She’s a waltz
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| Like a man
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| She’s so soft
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| Could I face another day content that I was under
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| But if you go leave your soul to live in wonder
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| If you go leave your soul home
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| She’s so soft, she defies the laws of line
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| She’s so soft, she defies the laws of line
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| She’s so soft, she defies the laws of line
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| (Allen, Gray)
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| Bass: Segs
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| Backing Vocals: Gloria Robakowski and Vicky St James
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| Congas: Jay Posner
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| Clavinet: Drostan Madden
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| Engineered: Drostan Madden, Simon Van Zwananberg, Guy Fixsen |