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Moscow, Russia

Born to reggae You hear her voice everywhere, Taking the chair She's a leading lady. And with no trace of hesitation she keeps going head over heels, Breaking her way, pushing through unknown jungles every day. She's a girl with a taste for the world The world is like a playing-ground where she goes rushing head over heels, Setting the pace, running the gauntlet in a whirl of lace. She's extreme, if you know what I mean She's just one of those who always has to do whatever she please, And she goes head over heels (c)