| She’s gonna hand you a red-headed Gabriel
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| Coming from the bar in a plastic tie
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| He’s gonna swing from the tree of life
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| He’s gonna try to sell you on a great big lie
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| But when you speak to her, her eyes light up
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| The music spills right into your cup
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| The minstrels play and the waitress brings ice
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| There are pies on a carousel, have a slice
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| But watch out, she ain’t no good for you
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| He’s gonna spin like the tractor pull
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| She’ll sit back when he tells his tale
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| He’s gonna yell when he drinks his beer
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| She’ll sit back and drink ginger ale
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| But when you speak to her, her eyes light up
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| The music spills right into your cup
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| It’s so abrupt and it’s so concise
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| There are pies on a carousel, have a slice
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| But watch out, she ain’t no good for you, I say
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| Watch out, she ain’t no good for you
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| She’d like to put you in her zoo
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| Right between the canaries and the cockatoos
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| She’ll pull out your feathers for her brand new hat
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| And when she’s done that, she’ll feed you to her cat
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| So watch out, she ain’t no good for you
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| Watch out, she ain’t no good for you
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| Watch out, she ain’t no good for you |