| In downtown Modesto, I was working the Holiday Inn
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| I was sick with a gig that would last us throughout the weekend
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| I was singing a new song I’d wrote on the way into town
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| When she came in the front door and found her a place to sit down
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| Hey, I knew right away that she liked the words to my song
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| Cause she stared at my git guitar and followed my fingers too long
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| And she had the likeness of a girl I had seen in my dreams
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| But lights can do wonders with make-up and faded blue jeans
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| And the last thing I needed was somebody messing up my mind
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| So I found a hundred reasons for looking away one more time
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| She could cause me to sing bad and fall out of love with guitar
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| And blow all my chances at being a big singing star
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| With one passing glance, I could tell she was young for her age
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| Yeah she got to looking better as she got down closer to the stage
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| And as she sipped on her wine, I knew just the kind she would be
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| And somehow I knew she was here to do bad things to me
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| And the last thing I needed was somebody messing up my mind
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| So I found a hundred reasons for looking away one more time
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| She could cause me to sing bad and fall out of love with guitar
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| And blow all my chances at being a big singing star
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| She could cause me to sing bad and fall out of love with guitar
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| And blow all my chances at being a big singing star |