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Judy Teen, the queen of the scene, she's rag doll amour |
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Verbal slang, American twang, you dare not ignore |
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In from New York, prompted her to talk of superballs |
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Judy Teen grew sick of the scene, just bragging to fools |
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She took us on a carousel |
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She made us smile and oh, how we laughed |
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Together riding on a crest it was swell |
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We stole her face and oh, how we laughed |
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She made us happy |
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Sacral blues in various hues, she capered to draw me |
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Me and Yankie, all hanky panky, seldom she bored me |
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She's so bold and me feeling old, just stroking her face |
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Super troubadour, he can show you more than her lace |
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She took us on a carousel |
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She made us smile and oh, how we laughed |
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Together riding on a crest it was swell |
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We stole her face and oh, how we laughed |
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She made us happy |
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Judy Teen, we know where you've been, your ego's insane |
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To the cabaret where you'd schlep and sway on your cane |
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Seeking shelter, no helter skelter's gonna betray yer |
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Judy Teen, the queen of the scene, is coming to slay yer |
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She took us on a carousel |
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She made us smile and oh, how we laughed |
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Together riding on a crest it was swell |
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We stole her face and oh, how we laughed |
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She made us happy |
