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The Lady of the Rings
(c) Copyright 1994 by J. Scott Iverson
All Rights Reserved

Oh, she's somewhere between
Those two Kates -- Hepburn and Bush
She's long and she's lean
She knows which buttons to push
She's had more mates than Brigham Young
They don't last long, but they sure have fun
Just kiss her once and your heart will sing
That's why they call her the Lady of the Rings.

Well if ya try to bed her
She'll get you under her spell
Next thing y' wanna wed her
Y' don' know Heaven from Hell
She'll take you into her pink little room
She'll let you climb on her Mountains of Doom
You'll hear your voice promise anything
That's why they call her the Lady of the Rings.

                Oh, the Lady of the Rings is made of granite-stone
                Ain' got no soul, she's just flesh and bone
                Y' know she's gonna leave ya...  cryin' alone.

Don't ask t' meet her fam'ly
Don't let her into your life
Don't ever make her angry
She'll cut you, just like a knife
Y' know your heart's always been a liar
Just keep away from the Crack of her Fire
Her eye is on you for a little fling
That's why they call her...  the Lady...  of the Rings.


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