| She was fifteen, quiet and lean
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| Digging the music, making the scene
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| People would stare at her long golden hair
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| My baby’s in black was the colour she’d wear
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| When I first saw her, my heart did flips
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| Feel our first kiss still burning my lips
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| Holding her near, year after year, my Southside Girl?
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| She was so fine that after a time I found myself hoping she would be mine
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| She spotted my plan, did not understand
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| She thought I was crazy holding her hand
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| When I first saw her my heart did flips
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| Feel our first kiss still burning my lips
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| Holding her near, year after year, my Southside girl
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| I called upon her mother, she told me «There's another, why don’t you just quit
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| and go home?»
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| I thought for just a minute, I knew that I was in it
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| I said «I'll never go home alone»
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| When I first saw her, my heart did flips
|
| Feel our first kiss still burning my lips
|
| Holding her near, year after year, my Southside Girl?
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| I called upon her mother she told me «There's another, why don’t you just quit
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| and go home?»
|
| I thought for just a minute, I knew that I was in it
|
| I said «I'll never go home alone»
|
| She was fifteen, quiet and lean
|
| Digging the music, making the scene
|
| People would stare at her long golden hair
|
| My baby’s in black was the colour she’d wear
|
| When I first saw her, my heart did flips
|
| Feel our first kiss still burning my lips
|
| Holding her near, year after year, my Southside Girl
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| Holding her near, year after year, my Southside girl
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| Holding her near, year after year, my Southside girl |