| Margery’s dreaming of the middle of the day
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| Tiyuri to win
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| Perfect Dozen to place
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| Money is the matter that’s been on her mind
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| Time ticks by her one race at a time
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| She’s trying' to be a good girl
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| And give 'em what they want
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| But Margery’s dreaming of horses
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| Looking' at a green sky
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| Sun like a red eye
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| Bright blue horses are the fortune she lives by
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| She’s tired and lonely
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| Scared and depressed
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| Her visions of one day go racing the next
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| She’s trying to be a good girl
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| And give 'em what they want
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| But Margery’s dreaming of horses
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| Margery doesn’t say anything all the way home
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| So afraid she’ll awake to find she’s all alone
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| Margery’s wingspan’s all feathers and coke cans, and
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| TV dinners and letters she won’t send, and
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| Every race night is shot through with sunlight
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| Trying to hit the big one one last time tonight for…
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| Drunken fathers and stupid mothers and
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| Boys who can’t tell one girl from another
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| So she takes her pills
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| Careful and round
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| One of these days she’s gonna throw the whole bottle down
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| But she’s trying to be a good girl
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| And give 'em what they want
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| But Margery’s dreaming of…
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| Trying to be a good girl
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| And give 'em what they want
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| But Margery’s dreaming of horses |