The Grand Duchess of San Francisco
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She holds court every Thursday night
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Watching the mirror at the disco
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To see her stones touched by the light
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She parties like she¡¯s won a war
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Willing to die for a truth that no one sees
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That her love pours from the heart of God
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Though to the world it¡¯s just a disease
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She hates to live in the spotlight
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¡®Cause ain¡¯t life just a bitter pill
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She hates to live in the spotlight
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But it¡¯s an emptiness she can fill
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Only men worry if they¡¯re not free
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Philosophy - it makes her sigh
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She serves at the pleasure of the king
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And everything else she says is a lie
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She hates to live in the spotlight
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But honey who could refuse
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She hates to live in the spotlight
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But it¡¯s where she can¡¯t lose
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The Grand Duchess Of San Francisco
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| American Music Club |
