(T. Nunn/ C. Olivas/ M. Sigman)
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You
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Know every single curve of him
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This guy is at your command
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Simple, dull and slow
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Is that what you think of your man
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Well he
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In this painting that I made of him
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He has a beautiful face
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Looking at the door
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With a longing you could taste
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How could I see your lover this way
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To you he's worth hardly a second glance
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How could someone like me ever say
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I'm just a woman kneeling down to a king
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A lord of the world
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I'm just a woman dying to be his queen
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His only girl
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But when I look into his eyes
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Who makes him cry
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You
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Walk around him nearly every day
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Do you ever see his pain
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You'll never fall in love like me
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Why don't you walk away
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How could I see your lover this way
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To you he's worth hardly a second glance
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How could someone like you ever say
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I'm just a woman kneeling down to a king
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A lord of the world
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I'm just a woman in awe to be his queen
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His only girl
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When I look into his eyes
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Who makes him cry
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I'm just a woman kneeling down to a king
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The lord of the world
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I'm just a woman dying to be his queen
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His only girl
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I'm just a woman kneeling down to a king
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That you never see
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But you still have the chance to keep the best of everything
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That's what he is to me
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Cause when you look into his eyes
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You make him cry
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To A King
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| Berlin |
