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Last night I dreamt of a high school girl, long legged and fine |
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And I took her from her daddy and she left her home behind |
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I was driving an old blue Belvedere |
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The seat was pushed way back |
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And she stared straight out the window |
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As the trees went rushing by |
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Last night I dreamt of her underwear |
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The way she smelt in bed |
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And the way she tossed and the way she squirmed |
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And the dreams she might have had |
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And I think its sad how her mom and dad don't ever understand |
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And I think its sad how her friends all talk |
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I think its sad how her friends all talk |
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I think its sad how her friends all talk |
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And the hateful things they say |
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Last night I dreamt of a high school girl |
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Her smile was so bright and wide |
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And I took her from her daddy |
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And she left her smile behind |
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I was driving an old blue Belvedere |
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The seat was pushed way back |
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She stared straight out the window |
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And she ain't coming back |
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She ain't coming back |
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She ain't coming back |
