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I may Gbe a rich man's Ddaughter And have Gservants of my Down. I can Gsnap my fingers, And DI could have Eanything I Awant SEometimes I look out my window, See lovers, hand-in-hand, walk Dby
They see the diamonds I wear
But Enot the tears of envy in my Aeye.
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Oh, when will the gDood apples fEall Aon my side of the fF#mence? When will I Dtaste the sEweet fruits of lAife? When will the Dsun smile for Eme, throC#mugh great cloudy F#mskies above? When will I Dfind my Etrue, true lAove?
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Well, my dGaddy says, "Don't Dworry," And my dGaddy says, "Just wDait. I'm gGoing to find you a rDich man's son, And bEring him to our gAate" ESometimes I look out my window, See lovers, hand-in-hand, walk Dby
Daddy doesn't know it:
There Eare some things that money just can't Abuy
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Oh, when will the gDood apples fEall Aon my side of the fF#mence? When will I Dtaste the sEweet fruits of lAife? When will the Dsun smile for Eme, throC#mugh great cloudy F#mskies above? When will I Dfind my Etrue, true lAove?
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When will I fDind my tErue, true lAove? F#m When will I fDind my tErue, true lAove? F#m When will I fDind my tErue, true lAove? F#m