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(dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda) |
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There's a port on a western bay |
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And it serves a hundred ships a day |
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Lonely sailors pass the time away |
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And talk about their homes |
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And there's a girl in this harbor town |
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And she works layin' whiskey down |
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They say "Brandy, fetch another round" |
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She serves them whiskey and wine |
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The sailors say "Brandy, you're a fine girl" (you're a fine girl) |
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"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl) |
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"Yeah your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea" |
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(dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit) |
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Brandy wears a braided chain |
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Made of finest silver from the North of Spain |
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A locket that bears the name |
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Of the man that Brandy loves |
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He came on a summer's day |
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Bringin' gifts from far away |
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But he made it clear he couldn't stay |
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No harbor was his home |
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The sailor said " Brandy, you're a fine girl" (you're a fine girl) |
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"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl) |
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"But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea" |
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(dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit) |
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Yeah, Brandy used to watch his eyes |
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When he told his sailor stories |
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She could feel the ocean fall and rise |
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She saw its ragin' glory |
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But he had always told the truth, lord, he was an honest man |
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And Brandy does her best to understand |
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(dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit) |
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At night when the bars close down |
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Brandy walks through a silent town |
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And loves a man who's not around |
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She still can hear him say |
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She hears him say " Brandy, you're a fine girl" (you're a fine girl) |
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"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl) |
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"But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea" |
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(dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit) |
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"Brandy, you're a fine girl" (you're a fine girl) |
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"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl) |
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"But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea" |
