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Bobby sox baby, I've got to let you go |
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Bobby sox baby, I've got to let you go |
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You've got a head full of nothin' |
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But stage, screen an radio |
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You chase autographs every night |
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You write fan mail through the day |
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You keep your great big head in the scrapbook |
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Yes and you throw the cookbook away |
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Bobby sox baby, I've got to let you go |
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You've got a head full of nothin' |
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But stage, screen an radio |
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Now you treat me like a stranger |
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You don't have a word to say |
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I ask you if you love me |
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You say, "What would Frankie, say?" |
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Yes, bobby sox baby |
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I've got to let you go |
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You've got a head full of nothin' |
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But stage, screen an radio |
