| I saw her in between fast moving scrambler cars
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| she had a stare like a twenty dollar whore
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| now i have done my time but i would say thus far
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| i’ve never seen a stare like that before
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| i ambled over close enough to ask her name
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| she said not that it’s your business but it’s dora
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| her bottom lip and both ears were linked by chains
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| she even had a tattoo on her aura
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| i told her that i’d like to know about her world
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| and she said i ain’t no carnival girl
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| she said just because i work the fair
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| and the wind of freedom blows through my hair
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| don’t mean i swing like a tilt-a-wurl
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| i may not be strung out in pearls
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| but i ain’t no carnival girl
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| i ain’t no carnival girl
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| she said that she would meet me in the parking lot
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| but right now she had to tug on that old handle
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| i bought a cotton candy and picked out a spot
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| and watched until the scrambler was dismantled
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| we talked until the sun came up and dried the dew
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| but talk was all we did since she insisted
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| she told me that their had only been a few
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| exceptions to the rule since she enlisted
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| she said she’d gladly tell me all about her world
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| but she ain’t no carnival girl
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| she said just because i work the fair
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| and the wind of freedom blows through my hair
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| don’t mean i swing like a tilt-a-wurl
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| i may not be strung out in pearls
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| but i ain’t no carnival girl
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| i ain’t no carnival girl |