(words and music by Andy Partridge)
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The first time I saw you standing in the water
You must have been all of a thousand feet tall
Nearly naked, unashamed like Herod's daughter
Your love was so big, it made New York look small
You've been the subject of so many dreams
Since I climbed your torso
Oh, my Statue of Liberty
Impaled on your hair what you did to me
I leaned right over to kiss your stony book
A little jealous of the ships with whom you flirt
A billion lovers with their cameras snap to look
And in my fantasy I sail beneath your skirt
You've been the subject of so many dreams
Since I climbed your torso
Oh, my Statue of Liberty
Impaled on your hair what you did to me
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