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You're a lady with a sense of style
The kind that don't come cheaply
If you're hoping for a man who'll pay
Better look the other way
I wanna give you everything
But I haven't got a single thing
Whatever the evening may bring
The best we'll have is a fling
I can tell by the way you walk
You know just how to reach me
But in most of the words you talk
What are you trying to teach me?
I wanna give you everything
I cannot think of anything
I'd gladly have kept you in bling
Made you Queen to my King
Some people who pride themselves on evil
Broke into my treasure chest
Took it all and torched the rest
I wonder what the future holds
Will I still be lonely?
No possessions except my soul?
Down to my one and only?
I wanna give you everything
But they left me without a thing
Whatever the evening may bring
The best we'll have is a fling
I can't give you everything
I can't see you smiling
And if there's a song I could sing
It might be a little depressing
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| © 2012. Words and music by David Skerkowski. All rights reserved.
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