Cry baby boy, not tears of joy

The one you held is no longer your toy

She's got her new boots and her make up on

You can call her your friend

But not your lover again

She's made it clear as air that this affair is at an end

So what are you doing holding on?



Don't you see she's

Rare, precious and she's gone

She's rare, precious and she's gone



She was soft in your hands, now she's shattered your plans

I'm sympathetic but you've got to understand

You tried to squeeze her somewhere

She just don't belong

She was being sincere when she breathed in your ear

As long as there were stars in the night sky she'd be near

Even angels get it wrong!



Won't you see she's

Rare, precious and she's gone

She's rare, precious and she's gone



It's a subtle trap

Seeding guilt in her mind

But she ain't taking your crap

This time

Boy you're out on a line...



She's a queen among women, a child among queens

The finest thing that your lovesick eyes have ever seen

She's a rose without a thorn

She's a peach, she's a prize

A gift in disguise

She's graceful and colourful and when she grows

She'll be wise

But most of all my friend, she's gone

Gone, gone gone!



She's rare, precious and she's gone

Rare, precious and she's gone

Yes, she's rare, precious and she's gone

She's rare, precious and she's gone

Gone, gone gone...


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