I went to the Live Nude Cabaret
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To see what I could see
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And I saw the ladies dancing
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And I guess that they saw me
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Neither did I vanquish, or surrender to desire
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But what I saw revealed to me
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Was just more fuel on the fire
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I've heard form follows function
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And I think that must be true
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Especially when you think of
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What the female form will do
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Its lines and shapes are everywhere
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As if they follow me
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Repeating my own longing in everything I see
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Star of happiness, star of love
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Lead us to the shore
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That only women hold the promise of
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Men would give them money
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And men would give them gold
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And shower them with promises
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Of luxury untold
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And make their vessels of creation
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The temples of our souls
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Ohhhhh let my people go
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Sea of loneliness, sea of love
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Carry me upon your endless depths
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And bear my heart above
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For I would give her money
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And I would give her jewels
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And lead her to the palace my imagination rules
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And fashion from her nakedness
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The innocence that's gone
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Gone as the time she's given the suffering of fools
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Live Nude Cabaret
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| Jackson Browne |
