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I was talkin' to Chuck in his Genghis Khan suit |
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And his wizard's hat |
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He spoke of his movie and how he was makin' a new sound track |
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And then we spoke of kids on the coast |
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And different types of organic soap |
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And the way suicides don't leave notes, |
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Then we spoke of Loraine, always back to Lorraine |
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I was speakin' to Bill who was given to pills and small racing cars |
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He had given them up since his last crack-up had carried him too far |
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Then we spoke of the movies and verse |
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And the way an actress held her purse |
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And the way life at times can get worse, |
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Then we spoke of Loraine, always back to Lorraine |
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Ah, she's a wild child, and nobody can get at her |
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She's a wild child, oh, and nobody can get to her |
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Sleepin' out on the street, oh, livin' all alone |
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Without a house or a home and then she asked you, please, |
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Hey, baby, can I have some spare change |
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Oh, can I break your heart ? |
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She's a wild child, she's a wild child |
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I was talkin' to Betty about her auditions, how they made her ill |
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But life in the theater, is certainly fraught |
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With many spills and chills |
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But she'd come down after some wine |
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Which is what happens most of the time |
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Then we sat and both spoke in rhymes |
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Till we spoke of Loraine, ah, always back to Lorraine |
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I was talking to Ed who'd been reported dead by mutual friends |
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He thought it was funny that I had no money to spend on him |
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So we both shared a piece of sweet cheese |
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And sang of our lives and our dreams |
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And how things can come apart at the seams |
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And we talk of Lorraine, always back to Lorraine |
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She's a wild child, oh, and nobody can get at her |
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She's a wild child, oh, and nobody can get to her |
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Sleepin' out on the street, oh, livin' all alone |
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Without a house or a home and then she asked you, please, |
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Oh, baby, can I have some spare change |
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Now can I break your heart?" |
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She's a wild child, she's a wild child |
