Simply Lorraine sings for a while
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In a three-octave harmonica style
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It¡¯s easy to see her harmony
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stabbing at my songs from behind
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Trying to stick her cosmic philosopher¡¯s
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words into rhymes
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Nobody can tell it the same
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To her everything¡¯s just like a game
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But she¡¯ll make it seem some big machine¡¯s
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driving you clean outa your mind
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Come on admit it, that¡¯s just the limit,
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we¡¯ve travelled from mad to sublime
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Oh she¡¯s a lady from a background of pearls
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Who¡¯s tormenting and bending my world
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My only vice is the fantastic prices I
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Charge for being eaten alive¡¦
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So Nina can paint dragons on guitars
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She can roll up a Victorian vase,
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That gal can sweep, skip,
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jump and leap into a room full of clowns,
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No one¡¯ll tame her, no one¡¯ll claim her,
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¡¯til she¡¯s been at least all around
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Doreen is a hunk of a man,
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she can wipe every boy from the land
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But Lorraine can fly it way outa sight
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then bring it on back to the fold
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Give me a chance, I want romance,
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don¡¯t give me your love quite so cold
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Oh she¡¯s a lady from a background of pearls
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Who¡¯s tormenting and bending my world
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My only vice is the fantastic prices I
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Charge for being eaten alive¡¦
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MY ONLY VICE
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Steve Harley |