| Emancipated minor
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| Well directed, brilliantly casted
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| Riding a Greyhound down to the city
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| With her fake I.D. |
| and a hell of a little hand basket
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| Little game of seesaw, then he came to claim her
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| And then a sordid line formed behind him
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| Reproductive system newly activated
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| She participated in nature’s plan, she participated
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| And I can’t say I envy her, I don’t think I miss it Wrought iron cobwebbing over thin windowpanes
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| The city seducing you on tiptoe to kiss it Don’t think twice, just roll the dice, roll the dice
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| So she attended the dance classes and she learned the little dance
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| And she tried the high heels but she couldn’t bring herself to prance
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| All the while a faint ticking in the silence between the songs
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| Just south of her gut two tiny time bombs
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| And love comes in many forms and for each she would yearn
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| Hungry as a student, hunger to learn
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| Every flavor of person, every species of intent
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| With the body pulsing at the center detent
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| But all the good graffiti got painted over in time
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| She watched the last faceless chain replace the last five and dime
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| And she wondered if the only noble thing
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| Ain’t to just to get a big garden and plant it in the spring
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| Kiss the city goodbye in some big graceful gesture
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| And focus on the moon’s groove, groove with the moon
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| Focus on the moon’s groove and groove with the moon
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| Focus on the moon’s groove, groove with the moon
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| And I can’t say I envy her, I don’t think I miss it Wrought iron cobwebbing over thin windowpanes
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| The city seducing you on tiptoe to kiss it Don’t think twice, just roll the dice, roll the dice
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| Roll the dice, roll the dice |