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Musical: Starlight Express
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Looks and youth ain't everything Experience is a quality that counts for a lot The sad thing 'bout experience is By the time you've got it It's usually all you've got... I'm Belle, Belle, Belle, the sleeping car Doesn't matter who you are Just climb aboard to lie with me And when you wake I'll make you tea A Pullman car when I was made I went down for the seaside trade I'm peeling now, the light's too bright I wear dark glasses day and night I had crystal lamps, Irish linen To set off my red velvet dress Those who rode on me compared me to The Orient Express That was excessive But now they climb aboard, undress Don't wait for me to whisper 'yes' Don't say goodnight, just hit the lights And worst of all turn over and go straight to sleep Once I was a real main liner Enjoying the occasional smoke Now I hang around the fuel dump Sniffing the coke It really chokes me Oh, Belle, Belle, Belle, the sleeping truck I'm down at wheel, down on my luck I may not be first class, but I'm not yet worst class I can still warm you when the night is cold I'm a sleeper with a heart of gold. I can still warm you when the night is cold I'm a sleeper with a heart of gold.
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