She'd warm feet and pink lips, they slapped her, she gave a cry
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The patter of tiny feet, from first kiss to goodbye
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She moved to the city, she phones if she's still alive
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Lives with a young man, said she'd be his bride
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She told me that love was mostly illusion
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Then laughs like a child, it hides her confusion
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Twisting and turning, finally falling
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Twisting and turning, finally falling
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Twisting and turning, finally falling for you
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Short hair, a long dress, a ring on her finger
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He plies her with cheap wine and perfumes that linger
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She tries not to think of the chances she smothered
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And hides in the arms of the children she mothered
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She moved to the country, the fields and the rivers
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And all that was promised but never delivered
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She could have been more if she wanted to be
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She could have been more than the woman you see
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The choices were plenty, but chances were few
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Now she's twisting and turning
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Finally falling for you
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Twisting and Turning
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Kieran Goss |