| She was Boston, I was Vegas
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| She was crepe suzette, I was pie
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| She was lectures, I was movies, but I loved her
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| She was Mozart, I was Macy
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| She was afternoon tea, I was saloon
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| She was Junior League, I was Dodgers
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| But I loved her morning, night and noon
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| Opposites attract, the wise men claim
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| Still I wish that we had been a little more the same
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| It might have been a shoot out war
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| If we had know each other more
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| She was polo, I was race track
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| She was museum, I was G. P
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| She did her best to change me
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| Though she never never knew quite how
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| But I loved her, almost as much as I do now
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| She was Wall Street, I was pawn shop
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| She was French champagne, I was beer
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| She knew much more that I did
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| But there was one thing she didn’t know
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| That I loved her, 'cause I never never told her so |