Текст песни The Lady's Not For Sale - Rita Coolidge
She
longed
to
be
a
lady
when
she
was
just
a
child
But
where
the
grass
was
greener
She
done
her
going
wild
And
she
tried
to
spread
her
tender
wings
But
never
left
the
ground
So
she
turned
to
the
breeze
At
sweet
sixteen
And
woke
up
coming
down
But
she
tries
in
her
way
climbing
high
And
she
dies
each
time
she
fails
So
give
her
a
home
Or
leave
her
alone
She
ain't
ashamed
to
show
her
soul
She'll
sell
it
for
a
song
But
free
don't
mean
she's
easy
Or
right
for
going
wrong
Oh
so
let
her
be
the
Lady,
Lord
She
wants
so
bad
to
be
And
let
her
win
The
gentleman
She
was
born
to
please
But
she
tries
in
her
way
climbing
high
And
she
dies
each
time
she
fails
So
give
her
a
home
Or
leave
her
alone
Oh
so
give
her
a
home
Or
just
leave
her
alone
You
know
the
lady
is
not
for
sale
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