| An Amazon with a sexual peccadillo
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| Broke me in
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| My first sin
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| Just tossed me around as if I was a pillow
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| My first sin
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| My first sin
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| She left me bound and weepin' like a willow
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| My first sin
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| She broke me in
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| She had a picture of a hippie
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| Tattooed right on her spine
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| That read «Viva la revolution!
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| Nineteen hundred and sixty-nine!»
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| Everybody would warn me
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| Baby sister would warn me
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| Dear old mama would warn me
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| All the neighbors would warn me
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| Everybody would warn me
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| You better leave that woman alone
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| I should have learned and let it be a lesson
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| My first sin
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| My first sin
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| But I went back and kept up with my messin'
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| Broke me in
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| Broke me in
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| Now all the priests are hooked on my confessions
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| My first sin
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| My first sin
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| Oh my mama used to warn her
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| She’d call her on the telephone
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| That saintly woman used to warn her
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| You’d better leave my poor son alone
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| Better leave my brother alone
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| Better leave my sister alone
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| Better leave my papa alone
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| Better leave my doggie alone
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| Oh mama used to warn her
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| You’d better leave my family alone
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| Now I’m cast out, locked in an institution
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| My first sin
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| My first sin
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| This straight jacket is my retribution
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| Broke me in
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| Broke me in
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| Forgive me Lord, I don’t know what I’m doin'
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| My first sin
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| My first sin
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| But now there is an angry nurse here
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| Full fashion stockings, eight-inch heels
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| And every night around midnight
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| Into my padded cell she steals
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| Everybody would warn me
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| Baby sister would warn me
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| Dear old mama would warn me
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| All the neighbors would warn me
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| Everybody would warn me
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| You’d better leave that woman alone
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| My first sin! |