She's got a lifebelt
by her side;
she and Jesus know
where to hide;
she's got an ace in the deck,
and a house that's a wreck,
and a wardrobe full
of kitchen knives.
She is as beautiful as me;
she is as beautiful as
the green blue sea;
she's got a star in her eye,
and a reason to lie,
and a great magic trick
you'll never ever see.
She's riding high up
in the wind;
she's writing a book
full of all my sins;
she's got my dreams in her hair,
and a 16th piece of flair,
and a sure way out
so she's gonna win.
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