She's got tights on her legs

She's got a floppy French hat

Voodoo in her eyes

An endangered species on her back



She talks about the movies

She likes to talk about art

She can show you a good time

But you'll never touch her heart



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Mama why do I always fall for the crazy ones

Mama why do they lay so heavy on my heart

Well I'm drawn to the devil every time we kiss

Mama why do the crazy ones leave me feeling like this



She's got backstage access

And she's a dancin' in the aisles

She looks a little sad and crooked

When you see her smile



She's got the magic heart

She says you cannot understand

She's got a secret hurt

She ain't gonna share with no man



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She's got her mind on her business

She never wants to be broke

Well, I hate to see her suffer

But she just does not get the joke



I can't afford her style of living

I can't afford to get so mad

Every time I think about her

It just makes me sad



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