She smiles like Richard Nixon
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Walks like Bridgette Bardot
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And I love her, but I can't trust her
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Want her, can't let her know
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And she comes
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Dressed up in beat-up leather
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Like a soft edged vision in black
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And she runs up
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Throws her arms around me
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As if she knew I wanted her back
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And she says
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"How could you leave without me?"
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She forgets she left before I did
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Then she smiles like Richard Nixon
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She Smiles Like Richard Nixon
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