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Lady writer on the TV Talk about the Virgin Mary Reminded me of you Expectation left to come up to yeah Lady writer on the TV Yeah, she had another quality The way you used to look And I know you never read a book Just the way that her hairfell down around her face Then I recall my fall from grace Another time, another place Lady writer on the TV She had all her brains and the beauty The pictures does not fit You talked to me when you felt like it Just the way that her hairfell down around her face Then I recall my fall from grace Another time, another place Yes and your rich old man You know he'd call her a dead ringer You got the same command Plus your mother was a jazz singer Just the way that her hairfell down around her face Then I recall my fall from grace Another time, another place Lady writer on the TV She knew all about a history You couldn't hardly write your name I think I want you just the same as the Lady writer on the TV Talking about the Virgin Mary Yeah you know I'm talking about you and me And lady writer on the TV Lady writer on the TV Talking about the Virgin Mary Yeah you know I'm talking about you and me And lady writer on the TV Get This Ringtone

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