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She learned to hate the limousine
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The fancy full-length fur
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Dom Perignon and French cuisine
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Don't mean a thing to her
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What good is her pedestal
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When he works all though the night
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So in time, she found a dance floor
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And some arms to hold her tight
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Now every night they dance with her to some brushes on a drum
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A stand-up bass, and steel guitars, play a tune, she can hum
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Ain't it sad, ain't it funny, how a man can be so wrong
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He tried to buy her love with money
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He could've had her for a song
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She wanted him...but what a shame
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He didn't realize
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Love can never stay the same
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It either grows or dies
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What made him think his duty was to place her high above
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He married her for beauty, she married him for love
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Now every night they dance with her to some brushes on a drum
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A stand-up bass, and steel guitars, play a tune, she can hum
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Ain't it sad, ain't it funny, oh how a man can be so wrong
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He tried to buy her love with money
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He could've had her for a song
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Now every night they dance with her to some brushes on a drum
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For A Song
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| Michael Peterson |
