A story bout a street girl named Genius
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Give herself a name thought it would bring her fame
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Sang poetry and mime on the street corner line
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Dancin' to a maze of passers by
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[chorus]
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In her blue jeans and her painted face
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She took your mind through time and space
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If desire could bring you everything you wanted
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She woulda had it all a long, long time ago
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In her mind she was reflecting the society we live in
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That's enough to make a woman's heart go cold
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[chorus]
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In her blue jeans and her painted face
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She took your mind through time and space
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Do, do, do, do, do, do, do
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La,la,la,la,la,la
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La,la,la,la,la,la
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La,la,la,la,la,la
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[chorus]
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In her blue jeans and her painted face
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She took your mind through time and space
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It was a big night and the audience was expected
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And a ******* as she took the stage
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And as she began to weave her magic
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It was spellbound and under up in a ****
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[chorus]
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In her blue jeans and her painted face
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She took your mind through time and space
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[chorus]
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Painted Face
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| Bad Company |
