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She struts into the room |
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But I don't know her |
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But with a magnifying glance |
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I just sort of looked her over, hmm |
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We have a drink or two |
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Well, maybe three |
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And then suddenly she starts telling me |
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Her life story |
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She says |
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Baby, if you wanna be my lover |
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You better take me home |
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'Cause it's a long long way to paradise |
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And I'm still on my own |
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Told her that I came |
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From Detroit City |
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And I played guitar |
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In a long-haired rock and roll band |
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She asked me why |
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The singer's name was Alice |
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I said listen, baby |
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You really wouldn't understand |
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And I said |
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Oh baby, if you wanna |
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Be my lover |
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You better take me home |
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'Cause it's a long long way to paradise |
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And I'm still on my own |
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Ooooooooh~~ |
