All she ever wanted when the day turned indigo,
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Was to leave her grubby life behind her
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To the buzzing streets below
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Tainted passion and temptation
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Led her down a trail of lust
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Now the fate of Faye Delroy
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Is written in the dust
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Written in the dust
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Oh my rockin chair
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Rock me tender in the night air
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Oh my rockin chair
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Rock me back and make me be there
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She said her head don't move the same way
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That ther hand ususlly does
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That she's got memory bubble
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Almost like the rest of us
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And ADD salamanders
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Cannot figure what to wear
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And they'll be standing in the closet
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And every dress is savoir faire
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Every dress is savoir faire
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Oh my rockin chair
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Rock me tender in the night air...
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Rock me here rock me there
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Rock me in my rocking chair
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My oh my, rock me tender in the night air...
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Za va ba, za ba bi ya.... ca va pas? za ba bi ya...
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Romeo Boyz, they'll b dancing with the Cha Cha Girlz
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Oh my rockin chair
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Rock me tender in the night air
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Oh my rockin chair
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Rock me back and make me be there..
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Rocking Chair
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Cyndi Lauper |