Here she comes with her almost ideal eyes
and her flawless skin and her petulant pout
The memory of such a long blond alibi
still makes me want to shout out loud
You ************ when you clear your head my dear
you can't come out here in those stolen clothes
Telling me all about some mystery
I hope she isn't one, I hope she isn't one of those
Almost ideal eyes
Viewed through a rosey hue
so beautiful, trusting
You find liberal is an insult now and care is what you pay for
Be sure of what you're wishing...
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