| Jennifer dates a man in a '60s cover band
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| He’s the Ess-dog, or Sean if you wish
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| She’s 18, he’s 31
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| She’s a rich girl, he’s the son
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| Of a Coca-Cola middle man
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| Kiss when they listen
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| To «Brothers In Arms»
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| And if there’s something wrong with this
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| They don’t see the harm
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| In joining their forces and singing along
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| See those rings on her toes
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| Check that frisbee in his Volvo
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| It’s a Volvo with ancient plates
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| They’ve got a dog she named Trey
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| A retriever with a frayed bandanna around his neck
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| Trey has a window into their relationship
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| The baby talk voices
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| And the post class-a nasal drip
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| But it all seems to function
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| At least in her dog’s mind
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| Let me out of here
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| Let me out of here
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| You got to let me out of here
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| You got to let me out of here
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| Let me out of here, out of here, out of here, out of here
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| Let me out of here
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| Running
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| Running
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| Running
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| Running
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| Jennifer left for school up in Boulder
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| And that Ess-dog came to visit when he could
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| But the strain was too much
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| They could not make up for distance
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| And the distance between their years
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| Neither one listens
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| To «Brothers in Arms»
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| The Ess-dog waits tables
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| And he sold his guitar
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| Jenny pledged Kappa and she started Pre-Law
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| And off came those awful toe rings
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| Off came those awful toe rings |