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oh my sister |
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what did you say to them |
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you've got to use a little tact |
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leave out words like "bombs" , "gurus", or "India" |
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you won't set the world on fire |
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if you separate yourself from them like that |
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oh my sister |
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you are so critical |
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how did you ever get this hard |
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he only wanted to kiss you |
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and when he couldn't "score" |
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he told his friends |
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and now all the boys are afraid of you |
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of us all you were most modest |
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even though you were last to lower your hem |
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throw your jeans out the window |
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put them on behind the fence |
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oh I laugh - you put such feeling |
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into your indifference |
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oh my sister |
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you don't know why I love you it could be |
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the untouchable innocence |
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that I see in you sometimes |
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or the loss that I feel |
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when you pass through my mind |
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or maybe because I'm supposed to |
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oh my sister |
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where are you living now |
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you left "nirvana" as your forwarding address |
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well - that's very funny from a mile and a half |
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but up close at home it's not like that |
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why don't you send us a letter |
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oh my sister... |