| There goes Roberta, she’s the new girl
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| Cocktail waitress at the Blue Bird
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| She’s going to art school on her dad’s dough
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| She’s not exactly a genius
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| That’s all right though
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| She moved here from the country with her boyfriend
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| I sat and figured my chances as I nodded my head
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| I sat and listened all day about him
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| She said he was the first one who never used her
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| That he took her places, he amused her
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| I said, «He sounds like a nice guy», then I kissed her
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| She kissed me back and then she whispered
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| That though she’s not like this, maybe sometime
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| We’ll get together just this one time
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| The next morning she said that she had never met anyone like me
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| She’s the new girl
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| But she had to tell him, and he threw her out
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| I lost track of her, then she left town
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| When she gets my recorder I act like I’m not home
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| She says she’s doing just fine
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| still trying to forget me
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| I just turn up the TV
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| Why let it upset me
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| She’s the new girl
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| How can she know that she’ll meet more
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| And that they’ll all be like me
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| That there’s more, so many more
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| And they’ll all be like… |