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She got hit on by Elvis,
saw something in the usher
She didn't pick an apple,
from the Park West tree
Cut log wood with Thomas
burned for Ben in the city
Torched the nineteen fifties,
but had her children

With him
Pursed
All her goals
What a Real woman

She got offered a contract
with a short skirt attached
She didn't break a smile,
boss thrown out on the curb
Still bought a home anyway,
through a business she made
Built her own world,
where gender's character

Mhm,
She's rare
Everything
What a Real woman

An ideal,
Hey, do you even exist?
In this world,
I know It's you that i miss

Almost sure you're out there
That i've met you for a moment
I've seen your face before
Heard your story

Where are your daughters?..
Where are your daughters?..

She got hit on by Elvis, saw something in the usher
She didn't pick the apple, from the Mellon tree
Cut log wood with Thomas, burned for Ben in the city
Torched the nineteen fifties, but had her children

Mhm,
She's rare
Everything
What a Real woman

Mhm,
Pursed
All her dreams
What a Real woman

Mhm,
She's rare....Real woman