She smiles like richard nixon Walks like bridgette bardot And I love her, but I can't trust her Want her, can't let her know And she comes Dressed up in beat-up leather Like a soft edged vision in black And she runs up Throws her arms around me As if she knew I wanted her back And she says How could you leave without me? She forgets she left before I did Then she smiles like richard nixon
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