Ladies

Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies
 Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies
 Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies
 Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies
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 Ruminations on the looming effect
 And the parallax view, and the figure
 And the form, and the revolving door that keeps
 Turning out more and more
 Good women like you
 Yet another woman, to whom I won't get through
 Ruminations on the looming effect
 And the parallax view, and the figure
 And the form, and the revolving door that keeps
 Turning out more and more
 Good women like you
 Yet another woman, to whom I won't get through
 Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies
 Take it easy, when he leaves me, please be my guest
 To whatever I might've left
 In his kitchen cupboards, in the back of his bathroom cabinets
 And oh yes, oh yes, oh yes
 There's a dress in the closet
 Don't get rid of it, you'd look good in it
 I didn't fit in it, it was never mine
 It belonged to the ex wife of another ex of mine
 She left it behind, with a note
 One line, it said:
 "I don't know if I'm coming across, but I'm really trying"
 She was very kind
 Fruit bat
 You cuter than a button, mutton-head maniac
 Fruit bat
 Cuter than a button, mutton-head maniac
 Nobody can replace anybody else
 So, it would be a shame to make it a competition
 And no love is like any other love
 So, it would be insane to make a comparison with you
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 Ruminations on the looming effect
 And the parallax view, and the figure
 And the form, and the revolving door that keeps
 Turning out more and more
 Good women like you
 Yet another woman, to whom I won't get through
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 Cuter than a button, mutton-head maniac
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 Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies
 Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies
 Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies
 Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies
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 No love is like any other love
 So, it would be insane to make a comparison with you
 Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies
 Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies
 Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies
 Yet another woman, to whom I won't get through
 Yet another woman, to whom I won't get through
 Yet another woman, to whom I won't get through
 Yet another woman, to whom I won't get through
 Yet another woman, to whom I won't get through