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On a dial somewhere between the high eighties and low nineties FM, |
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Elouise plays the first violent femmes for those who wake from twelve to two AM. |
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And her voice is pure and soft, |
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Oh, when she stumbles on her words. |
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And every boy in town is pretty certain he deserves to marry her. |
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Someday soon. |
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And that's not all; that Elouise, |
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she just got a Jazz Master guitar. |
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And her band got a blurb in the Stranger and they've just been submitted for a tour. |
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And her tone is deep as night, |
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when she plays her minor chords. |
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And the rhythm section's tight, |
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but they're always ignored. |
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Always ignored. |
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And her voice is pure and soft, |
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Oh, when she struggles on her words. |
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And every boy in town is pretty certain he deserves to marry her. |
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Someday soon. |