Everywhere the lady goes
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Sunshine follows
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All her men return to her
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Like Capistrano swallows
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She is like a butterfly
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Kind of shy
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So she smiles
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Lost in Hollywood was I
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High and dry
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The lady never beat about
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She just sighed
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And threw her lifeline out
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Now she give me love and
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Helps me stand
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In this quicksand of time
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And how sublime
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Like Christmastime
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When she is mine
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She's a virtuoso
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In amoroso
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Look out when the lady gets the blues
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Afraid we're just pretending
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Some happy ending
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The mechanism's tricky to defuse
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But I know that a song
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Will save her
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So I simply return the favor
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She's a virtuoso
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In amoroso
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Look out when the lady gets the blues
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Afraid we're just pretending
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Some happy ending
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The mechanism's tricky to defuse
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But I know that a song
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Will save her
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So I simply return the favor
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Lost in Hollywood was I
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High and dry
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The lady never beat about
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She just sighed
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And threw her lifeline out
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Now she give me love and
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Helps me stand
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In this quicksand of time
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And how sublime
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Like Christmastime
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When she is mine
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When She Is Mine
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Michael Franks |