seven in the morning, gotta wake up, look like my name
i have a bath and oil my skin, my hair done like a lion's mane
my corset's laced up nice and tight
diamonds, pearls, they feel alright
when i see you standing there
the evening sun upon your hair
covered up with garden dirt
with just one glance you tear my skirt
and i say...
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