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Hey! I liked the cowpunk kd. She was fun. She's gone all famous and adult contemporary, and that's too bad.
But as that great crooner Stompin' Tom Connors recalls...
Where the wild roses grow in Alberta-
On the banks of the Gooseberry lake
There's a rose I suppose that you hearda-
She's as mild as a wild Irish wake
Like a thorn she was born to be contrary
Like a boy's was her joy raising cain.
The wildest rose that ever drove on the prairie
behind the wheel of a big truckload of grain.
Chorus
Little k, little d, little l-a-n-g
Her name was just plain kd lang
But her main claim to fame was how she sang with a twang
And jumped around like a 'rangytang
lady k.d. lang
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