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If you are more blitz than ritz they'll tell you every day that she's much too proud to take you out her dreams a frock away and oh, her majesty knows that damn fine girls need damn fine clothes. Young girls dance in arabesques so swiftly through the dark and they're hunted by those hounds of men who search for tell tale hearts and oh, we all still know that it's far too hard to ever let them go. "Don't lose sight of what you were hoping to be"blood stains a rosary and by night the choir's screaming "set that child alight." If you long for foreign seas when winter proves too cruel they'll be spitting from balconies the drunken priest's a fool god knows, he's too poor to go begging down on the streets below. Red lace from another class tied loosely round their necks and there's young love bound in blood stained gowns they almost had their heads and oh, we all still knowthat borrowed highs aren't worth the awful lows. From Letras Mania