| Gina in the King’s Road, 1968
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| Blonde hair and eyeshadow, I hyperventilate
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| Purple leather mini, legs up to there
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| Don’t you cast aspersions on my naugahyde affair
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| And she can make you believe
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| You’re feeling almost sincere
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| And every day’s New Years Eve
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| She’s giggling in your ear
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| And yet she’s so hard to reach
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| Although she’s so close at hand
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| I’m like a wave on her beach
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| Sinking in the sand
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| Everyone went out with her, everyone knew why
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| No one ever stayed around, no one ever tried
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| Now Gina drowns her sorrows, drinks away the night
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| She’s wrapped around some stranger, hanging on for life
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| Repeat chorus
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| Now Gina in the King’s Road, in a raincoat shimmering white
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| Hands thrust in her pockets ike Julie Christie might
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| Looks up into othe distance, puckers up her lips
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| I don’t stop to talk to her, we're just passing ships
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| Repeat chorus |