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Fairly slow she'd moved in world wrestling spectacleLeague surrender, weak gender, stage nameShoulders bare mean nothing audience-wiseAnd they want that shoulder downRoyal gown, nylon inner-seamAbrasive to the skin no real princess wearsI was unprepared, I didn't know the feelingWhat it was there, all I was, in you, ringing trueNow she shines in column-inches on the pageIt's a perfect rage, it's a perfect rageThey can fire their warning shots across her bowThey can't show her how, they can't touch her nowMe, I left the league last year, and the time was rightRating point scam, TV-cam low-resShe lets its own static, right-there audacityBe the glamour herePixel smearI was unprepared, I didn't know the freedomNone had quite seen, I was not the sameI simply couldn't be there, touch what's not meSee what seen eyes see, without me From Letras Mania