With her killer graces and her secret places
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That no boy can fill with her hands on her hips
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Oh and that smile on her lips
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Because she knows that it kills me
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With her soft french cream
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Standing in that doorway like a dream
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I wish she'd just leave me alone
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Because french cream won't soften them boots
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And french kisses will not break that heart of stone
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With her long hair falling
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And her eyes that shine like a midnight sun
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Oh-o she's the one, she's the one
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That Thunder in your heart
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At night when you're kneeling in the dark
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It says you're never gonna leave her
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But there's this angel in her eyes
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That tells such desperate lies
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And all you want to do is believe her
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And tonight you'll try just one more time
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To leave it all behind and to break on through
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Oh she can take you, but if she wants to break you
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She's gonna find out that ain't so easy to do
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And no matter where you sleep tonight or how far you run
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Oh-o she's the one, she's the one
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Oh-o and just one kiss
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She'd fill them long summer nights
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With her tenderness that secret pact you made
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Back when her love could save you from the bitterness
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Oh she's the one, oh she's the one
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Oh she's the one, oh she's the one
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Oh she's the one, oh she's the one
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She's The One
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| Bruce Springsteen |
