| When she was younger sometimes
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| She’d meet men in the afternoon
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| She might find herself
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| In a strangers room
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| With all the time in the world
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| She’d drive around this town
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| And we would all stare and wonder
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| They say that she had someone
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| Who’d do anything she’d say
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| They never did have a family
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| And now he’s gone away
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| With all the time in the world
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| She’d drive around this town
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| And we would all stare and wonder
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| What kept her around, with
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| Too much sun up in the sky
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| Too much time on her hands
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| Too much hope in the air
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| Too much not making plans
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| Too much blood in her veins
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| Too much shine in her hair
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| Too much life in her limbs
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| With too much burning down there
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| As free as a flag
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| As high as a pole
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| In this town you just can’t see that you’re getting old
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| Now she’s stealing from supermarkets
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| Store detectives they all know her name
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| And when they see her
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| They say oh no! |
| Not her again!
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| With all the time in the world
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| She’d drive around this town
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| And we would all stare and wonder
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| What kept her around with
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| Too much sun up in the sky
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| Too much time on her hands
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| Too much hope in the air
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| Too much not making plans
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| Too much blood in her veins
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| Too much shine in her hair
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| Too much life in her limbs
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| With too much burning down there |