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All told she was judged just six out of ten
For looks the girl next door whos good enough
He struck in her a bunch of brilliant stuff
He learned to love he could remember when
He reached for girly girls each now and then
His pick up lines all practised off the cuff
For emeralds uncut for rubies rough
Looked down on passed across by monied men
He knew her passing well she tried to please
She worked sincere a giggling girl of dreams
She talked about her lovely life with ease
In her eyes twinned he swam their sparkling beams
In reality he lives out reverie
Yet Pip best knows his each and every
Chorus reverie dream fantasy