belle of the sparkling ballrooms of paris and new orleans
kidnapped by a friend of her father
away from the sweetness of her mother
killer of the man who stripped her naked and auctioned her
she cut his throat
in a joyful moment

now and then i tend to forget about the bad times
is it me or life could be more fun sometimes?
downtown

rebel on the sweating dusty waggon trail to mexico
gipsy swirling to the rhythm of the flamenco
mistress to the handsome renegade who took her out
who needed her body
but not her love

yes sir
i hear that it's a drag
yes sir
your pain is mine
i understand you see
but don't comprehend
i tend to forget you see
i try to make it plain
because i'm still a junior

girl
you must have learned a lot from now
you're not a man yet
i'm not a wife yet

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