Lies flow freely from hers lips
Lips every gentleman would wish to kiss
She's a player, she's a Queen
She's like nothing you've ever seen
Walking slowly with her style
With her hair flowing down the aisle
Dancing free like a soaring bird
Acting like theres no care in the world
Slowly she goes back home
A tiny cottage made of stone
Wonder how she does it
Acts like it's okay
Not much money, she's not rich
But in the end a girl can wish
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