| Here comes the queen bee in her little mini dress
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| Shouting to the boys that she couldn’t care less
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| Let them eat cake; |
| let them all cry
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| Serves them right; |
| they ought to do or die
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| They ought to do or die
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| You say that love makes the world go 'round
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| Better wind it up, 'cos it’s running down
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| Wind it up, and turn it around
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| Wind it up, yeah, to a higher ground
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| Wind it up, so it never comes down
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| Wind it up
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| Here comes the preacher on a mission from God
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| You spoil the child if you spare the rod
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| A tooth for a tooth, and eye for an eye
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| When you look again you know we’ve all gone blind
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| You know we’ve all gone blind
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| You say that love makes the world go 'round
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| Better wind it up, 'cos it’s running down
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| Wind it up, and turn it around
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| Wind it up, yeah, to a higher ground
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| Wind it up, so it never comes down
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| Wind it up
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| Here comes you and here comes me
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| Forty-nine hearts pinned to our sleeves
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| Gonna make a move, gonna turn it around, yeah
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| And wind it so far up that it never comes down
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| No, it never comes down
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| No, it never comes down
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| You say that love makes the world go 'round
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| Better wind it up, 'cos it’s running down
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| Wind it up, and turn it around
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| Wind it up, yeah, to a higher ground
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| Wind it up, so it never comes down
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| Wind it up |