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Sheena, oh Sheena |
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Just came in from Monterey |
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Every night and day |
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I've been going crazy |
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Sheena, oh Sheena |
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Steel guitar and saxophone |
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Who would like to know |
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Who she's taking home? |
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I'm playing the piano |
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'Til my fingers' like bananas |
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But I want to go |
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But I have to keep up playing |
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Through the day and through the wall |
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And the through back door home |
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Sheena, Sheena, oh Sheena |
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Burgundy and Beaujolais |
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And when Sheena stay |
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She throws her pants away |
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I'm playing the piano |
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'Til my fingers' like bananas |
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And it hurts me so |
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But I have to keep up playing |
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Through the day and through the wall |
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And the through back way home |
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Sheena, oh Sheena |
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Going back to Monterey |
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By this time today |
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I should be far away |
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No more playing the piano |
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And my fingers' like bananas |
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I got up to go |
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But I have to keep up playing |
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Through the day and through the wall |
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And just to end my door |
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Sheena, oh Sheena |
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Sheena, oh Sheena |