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She wants to buy a little place in the middle of nowhere at all |
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And leave the sound of the fair to the other girls |
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But every beat goes boom cha-cha boom cha boom |
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and the night draws in and the collagen delights and |
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she's fallen down again |
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The little lights on the floor are delighted to be seeing at all |
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And somewhere else might be just where she needs to grace |
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But the band goes boom cha-cha boom cha boom |
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and the lights go up Where the water might be laid on |
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the bottom of the floor |
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All her time, dispensing, from her blue jeans |
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Fall in the old river |
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Where the light pours down when the night's been long |
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She's got a little bit of money in the side of her skirt, |
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waiting for her |
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And forty light blue and yellow shoe cross ties |
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But still the band it goes boom cha-cha boom cha boom |
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And the lights go down |
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All the boys are in the back |
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There's always something they want |
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All her life, depending, on a little gold pipe |
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Sniff sniff and a little water |
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She might not get up, but she might |
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The stone stairs to, a black door through, into a hallway, |
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and then a glass green lamplight. |
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Maybe tonight But probably no |
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There's Someone here she doesn't know |
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There might be someway else... |
