(Bob Dylan)
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Nobody feels any pain,
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tonight as I stand inside the rain.
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Ev'rybody knows
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that baby's got new clothes,
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but lately I see her ribbons and her bows
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have fallen from her curls.
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She takes just like a woman,
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she makes love just like a woman,
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and she aches just like a woman.
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But she breaks just like a little girl.
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Queen Mary, she's my friend,
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oh I believe that I'll go see her again.
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Nobody has to guess
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that baby can't be blessed
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till she finds out she's like all the rest,
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with her fog, her amphetamines and her pearls.
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She aches just like a woman, yes she does
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she takes just like a woman, yes she does
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she makes love just like a woman, yes she does
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But she breaks just like a little girl.
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It was raining from the first
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and I was dying there of thirst,
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So I came in here.
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And your long time curse a' hurts,
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but you know honey what's worse
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is this pain in here,
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I can't stay in here,
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ain't it clear.
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Oh I just don't fit,
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I believe that it's time for us to quit.
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When we meet again
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and introduced as friends
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please don't let on
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that you knew me when
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I was hungry and it was your world.
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You fake just like a woman, yes she does
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and make love just like a woman, yes she does
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Then you ache just like a woman, yes she does
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But you break just just like a little girl, break like a girl
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Ooh ooh ooh, ooh, ooh
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Just like a woman, woman, woman.
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Just Like A Woman
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| Rod Stewart |
