| Pretty lady rolling down the road
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| She sang the blues but had the rock 'n' roll on
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| She picked me up fast but then she let me down slow
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| But I’m thinking I knew that all the long
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| Went to a bistro and I laid a couple back
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| And who do you think walked through the door
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| Slithered across the bar and I gazed into her eyes
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| I think she knew that I’d be back for more
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| Think of the romance
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| It’s a place you never ventured
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| You passed it by
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| Now the ballgame is over
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| And you never had a chance to try
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| Teenage runaway
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| Well, it’s such a shame
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| Always trying to give it away
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| When nobody’s paying
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| Well, give it up!
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| Back in school days even then you stole the show
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| Didn’t they eat it up when you were putting it out
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| Teased more than your hair and the boys all felt ashamed
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| Headed for the big time in the city of doubt, winning it out
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| Fourteen going on forty your face now shows the strain
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| Your vision of life painted a picture of hate
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| Innocent impressions are going down in vain
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| And as soon as I thought you’d quit you’re back for more |
| Think of the romance
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| It’s a place you never ventured
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| You passed it by
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| Now the ballgame is over
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| And you never had a chance to try
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| Give me a try
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| Teenage runaway
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| It’s a shame
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| Always trying to give it away
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| When nobody’s paying
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| Teenage runaway
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| It’s a shame
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| Always trying to give it away
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| When nobody’s
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| Well, give it up now
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| Teenage runaway
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| Well, it’s such a shame
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| You’re always trying to give it all away
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| When nobody’s paying
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| Teenage runaway
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| (Oh, you’re my teenage runaway)
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| It’s such a shame
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| You’re always trying to give it all away
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| When there ain’t nobody
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| Tell me about my teenage runaway |