| Oooh baby, I love you
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| It’s saturday night
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| Don’t it feel like a Sunday in some ways
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| If you had any sense
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| You’d maybe go away, for a few days
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| And be that as it may
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| You can’t only say, that you love me You are just a young girl
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| You’re working your way thru the phoneys
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| And coffee on, well millstone?
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| It’s a sad light unfading
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| And you’re soft, you touch
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| Ooh not too much, baby
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| They say it’s degrading
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| Your friends they all make you
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| A pop star or two every evening
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| And you know it seems backward,
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| They can’t see the patterns they’re weaving
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| Your skin’s so light
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| You’d like maybe to go to bed soon
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| So just close your eyes
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| If you’re to rise up before noon
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| And high heels and car wheels
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| Yeah, loosers, they are groovin' yeah
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| Ohh, your dreams, strange things
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| Images are moving, all around
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| Young girl blues
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| It’s Saturday night
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| Don’t it feel like a Sunday in some ways
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| If you had any sense
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| You’d be there lady, awww baby for a few days
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| And be that as it may
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| Well you can’t only say that I’m so lonely
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| And you are just a young girl
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| You’re working your way
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| Just a young girl
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| Young girl blues
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| Young giel blues
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| Watch out for the phoneys
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| I say, you are just a young girl, ooh yeah
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| You are just a young girl, ooh yeah baby
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| You’re just working your way
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| You’re just working your way
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| Through the phoneys, yeah
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| You’ve got the young girl blues
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| You’ve got the young girl blues |