| i took her on a simple trip
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| to see her husbands family
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| and on the way upon her hip
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| was laid my head down gently
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| all due respect was meant and all
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| the winds were in agreement
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| that this was answering the call
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| of awkward and true feeling
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| a fireman her husband was
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| and so to give him duty
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| i duly tried to light a fire
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| upon his rightful booty
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| but beauty was my treasure then
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| as through the hills i drove her
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| and taught her that another man
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| could have made love to her
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| strange is good if it is kept
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| a secret with the lovers
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| who love their mates
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| and love themselves
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| and need the love of others
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| through the window i could see
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| the fields and clouds all passing
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| as in the passenger position
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| eleanor was thrashing
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| i stopped the car we got a beer
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| and then eased down the road
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| a little guilt, and some guilt spilt
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| and added to our load |