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She can kill with a smile, she can wound with her eyes.
I still say I can get her, I know that it's lies.
She comes from Great Britain, from Wales, from Swansea.
They tell me she's 40, she's still in her 30s to me.

She could lead me to love, but she's married to Douglas.
You can ask for the truth: I'm so sick of his smugness.
She would take what I give her, that's just fantasy.
Yeah, she steals all my heart, and she's still in her 30s to me.

Oh, she takes care of herself.
I could wait out her man
but that takes too much time.

Oh, and she never puts out
in these dreams that she's in.
Still I don't change my mind.

And I see her in ads for Elizabeth Arden.
A bigger knockout than in Madison Square Garden.
And she'll bring out the best in a Mike parody.
Blame it all on my jones, but she's still in her 30s to me.

(instrumental break)

Oh, she takes care of herself.
She don't need me for that
or that thing that she wed.

Oh, and my heart still gives out
for the lady Catherine
Still, it's "No" that she's said.

She's got no reservations, intolerably cruel.
But she's no Paris Hilton, she's nobody's fool.
And she can't be convinced to leave matrimony.
And she'll be good as new when she turns 62
but she's still in her 30s to me.

(instrumental close)