| I MET HER IN ATLANTA
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| SHE WAS A-DANCING IN A CAFE
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| WITH A PRICE TAG ON HER BODY
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| AND A TOMBSTONE IN HER EYE
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| YOU COULD TELL SHE WAS NOT HAPPY
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| BY THE WAY SHE KEPT ON STARING
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| PAST THE OTHER SIDE OF NOWHERE
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| AT A MAN SHE’D LIKE TO TRY
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| AND THE MAKE-UP SHE HAD PAINTED
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| COULD NOT HIDE THE YOUTHFUL MOTIONS
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| OF HER BODY
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| FROM THE MUSIC OR THE CROWD
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| I STARED LIKE ALL OTHERS
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| WITH MY RIGHT HAND IN MY POCKET
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| WHILE SHE SHOWED US
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| EVERYTHING THE LAW ALLOWED
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| TWENTY BUCKS AN HOUR LATER
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| MY ONE-BEDROOM APARTMENT
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| I WAS FEELING WEAK
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| FROM ALL THE SEEDS I’D SOWN
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| SHE WAS SWEET, SHE WAS GENTLE
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| AS SHE INTRODUCED MY BODY
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| TO SOME PLEASURES
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| IT HAD NEVER EVER KNOWN
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| WHEN I WOKE UP IN THE MORNING
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| SHE WAS A-LAYING THERE BESIDE ME
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| LIKE A KITTEN
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| WITH HER FACE TURNED TO THE SUN
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| AND A LOOK OF SATISFACTION
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| ON HER LIPS THAT MADE ME WONDER
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| IF SHE EVER FELT ASHAMED
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| OF WHAT WE’D DONE
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| SO I LEFT HER IN ATLANTA
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| SHE WAS A-DANCING IN CAFE
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| WITH A PRICE TAG ON HER BODY
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| AND A TOMESTONE IN HER EYE
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| AND I GUESS SHE STILL AIN’T HAPPY
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| BY THE WAY SHE KEEPS ON STARING
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| PAST THE OTHER SIDE OF NOWHERE |