Out of the fire like catholic saints
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Comes scarlett and her deep complaint
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Mimicking tenderness she sees
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In sentimental movies
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A celluloid rider comes to town
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Cinematic lovers sway
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Plantations and sweeping ballroom gowns
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Take her breath away
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Out in the wind in crinolines
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Chasing the ghosts of gable and flynn
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Through stand-in boys and extra players
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Magnolias hopeful in her auburn hair
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She comes from a school of southern charm
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She likes to have things her way
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Any man in the world holding out his arm
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Would soon be made to pay
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Friends have told her not so proud
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Neighbors trying to sleep and yelling "not so loud"
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Lovers in anger "block of ice"
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Harder and harder just to be nice
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Given in the night to dark dreams
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From the dark things she feels
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She covers her eyes in the x-rated scenes
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Running from the reels
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Beauty and madness to be praised
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'cause it is not easy to be brave
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To walk around in so much need
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To carry the weight of all that greed
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Dressed in stolen clothes she stands
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Cast iron and frail
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With her impossibly gentle hands
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And her blood-red fingernails
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Out of the fire and still smoldering
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She says "a woman must have everything"
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Shades of scarlett conquering
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She says "a woman must have everything"
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Shades Of Scarlett Conquering
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| Joni Mitchell |
