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Angelene, she's such a pretty thing |
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All dolled up in her hip-huggin' jeans |
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Mama's heels and her ruby red rouge |
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Sneakin' out while her daddy's passed out |
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Hangin' out with the wrong crowd |
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She's got all the right moves |
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And she's givin' away little pieces of her innocence |
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She don't know what she;s lookin' for |
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She just knows something's missin' |
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Oh, Angelene, can't you see |
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What you need ain't what you're gettin' |
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Oh, Angelene, you're bein' used |
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Save some of that love for you, |
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Angelene Angelene is sure that he's the cure |
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He's got a kind of reckless allure |
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Like a fast ride on the wild side |
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So she turns her cheek when he's havin' a mean streak |
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And if you ask her real sweet |
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She won't look you in the eye |
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And she's callin' it love, ah, but there is no resemblence |
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It's a drive down a dead end street on the path of most resistance |
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Oh, Angelene, can't you see |
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What you need ain't what you're gettin' |
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Oh, Angelene, you're bein' used |
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Save some of that love for you, |
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Angelene Yeah, she's givin' away little pieces of her innocence |
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She don't know what she's lookin' for |
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She just knows something's missin |
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Oh, Angelene, can't you see |
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What you need ain't what you're gettin' |
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Oh, Angelene, you're bein' used |
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Save some of that love for you, |
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