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an original.
©2008, Rebecca Elliott

You've painted a picture and pasted it over
The lines and the wrinkles that say you're getting older
The scars on your face from the blows that they dealt you
When they bought you and sold you and loved you and left you

Come dance with me darlin', don't hide from me love,
Take off your mask and your white kid gloves
Take off your shoes, leave your coat tails behind
Come dance with me darlin', be done with your lies

I know I'm a peasant and you're the crown prince
And your rank bids you rul with a cold iron fist
But if you'd open your hands and admit that they're empty
I'll fill them with mine and we'll both stop pretending

Come dance with me darlin'....

Dance with me, my love...

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