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She's there at the bar every evening |
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Face powdered and cheeks painted red |
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Her beauty has faded too early |
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Brought on by the fast life she's led. |
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She's more to be pitied than scolded |
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She needs to be loved not despised |
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Too much beer and wine, too many good times |
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The lure of the honky-tonk wrecked her young life. |
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She once was the belle of the ballroom |
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She'd a made some man a sweet wife |
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But too many parties, the wrong side of town |
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Ruined her happy young life. |
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She's more to be pitied than scolded |
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She needs to be loved not despised |
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Too much beer and wine, too many good times |
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The lure of the honky-tonk wrecked her young life. |
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She's more to be pitied than scolded |
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She needs to be loved not despised |
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Too much beer and wine, too many good times |
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The lure of the honky-tonk wrecked her young life. |
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Too much beer and wine, too many good times |
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The lure of the honky-tonk wrecked her young life... |
