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Jim Carroll Band |
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Dry Dreams |
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Evangeline |
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Evangeline |
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My first lady, |
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She wears satin gloves |
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Since her hands got dirty |
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She travels here |
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She travels there . . . |
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She's on the \"A\" list |
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Everywhere |
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I can't take it anymore |
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If she calls back, |
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Tell her I went uptown to the downtown store |
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Evangeline |
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With her lips like curtains, |
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But you best know |
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And it's for certain |
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With all her monies |
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You and I got none |
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She's got a satin pillow |
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Covering her pearly gun |
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I can't take it anymore |
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If she calls back, |
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Tell her I went down to the liquor store |
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Refrain |
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She's a diver |
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And the ladder's getting taller |
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She's a diver |
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And the pool is getting smaller |
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If she takes one more step higher |
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Then the water will turn to fire |
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All our monies was all that held her |
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She should learn to respect her elders |
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Her boys grab your hands |
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Her boys lift your feet |
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Lord, my whole building is out in the street |
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I can't take it anymore |
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If she calls back, |
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Tell her I went uptown to the downtown store |
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(Repeat Refrain) |
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(1982) |