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A Lady
She stood there
With her heel against the wall
Hips swaying
Though not at all
She had stockings up to her thigh
No one ever asked her why
Her hand dove into her purse
For better or for worse
Her dress was black
Her heels were red
Her hat was black
Her lips were red
Across her mouth
Her lipstick ran
She wouldn’t back out
That was the plan
Saw me dancing
Across the room
She was kind of glancing
Across the room
She made her way
Through the smoke and crowd
Even though the music may
Have been a little loud
She snapped her fingers
To keep the time
Her aroma still lingers
On these clothes of mine
She liked disco and
Tasted like a tear
She whispered "Don't stop dancing"
And she's pulling me near
The lights moved sideways
And up and down
The way her hips swayed
Had spun me ‘round
She’s a lady
And she’s out of control
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