| She’s an accordion girl
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| Built with an accordion swirl
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| She’ll let you squeeze
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| And stretch her right over your chest
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| And I’ve heard some people say
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| She can be so hard to play
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| That whoever succeds
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| Will be bound to impress
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| And I suspect that she once had a lover
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| Who’s memory haunts her still
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| And he’s unaware of the girl he’s created
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| And that his memory always will
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| He’s made an accordion girl
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| Decked in mother of pearl
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| She’s got a look
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| And a tone that just mellows
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| She’s got buttons, that you can press
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| Still got her makers' address
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| And she’ll groan with a heave of her bellows
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| And I suspect that she once had a lover
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| A lover that made her give in
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| And he’s unaware that he’s left her suspended
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| Like a chord in a ballad that won’t ever begin
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| She wasn’t put on this world to be happy
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| She wasn’t put on this world to be with you
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| She wasn’t put here to find out the hard way
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| The permanent harm that a song can do
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| She wasn’t put on this world to be happy
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| She wasn’t put on this world to be with you
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| She wasn’t put here to find out the hard way
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| Just how cold some keys can feel
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| Just how cold in your hand some keys can feel |