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I´m really the kind to dazzle and twirl
Have tantrums like silver slanting rain
Walk up to strangers
Parade with my pride
And stride like a lion up
A mad mountainside
So steep, so lovely
Don´t think about the fall
Then suddenly, no warning
No nothing, I`m small
I´m small
Smaller than anyone, smaller than you
You see, I´m really the kind
To cower in the corner
And pray that some guy
Will have a kind word to say
Then be tiny in his arms
And be stroked to my heart
And coaxed and caressed
And combed and undressed
Then finally I´ll trust him
Abandon it all
Then suddenly, no warning
No nothing, I`m too tall
I´m tall, taller than anyone
Taller than boys
I´m tall, taller than anyone
Taller than you
The pendulum swings both ways
And I lose my equilibrium
I swing so fast inside it's motion
That I become the hum
I become the hum
You see I´m really the kind
To walk the avenues
And criticize the mannequins
And ogle the jewels
Justify spending the cash
I don´t have
Break resolutions
With a naughty little laugh
I´m nothing unless
I´m the belle of the ball
And then suddenly
No warning, no nothing
I´ve got it all, I see it all
I have it all, I have it all
It is, it is, it is, it is
It is, my soul, my soul
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