| Well you can dance on tv with your diamonds on
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| Sing in tune for a world that is going for a song
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| Get the steps all right but the words go wrong
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| And you can wake up in the morning with sweaty hands
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| Turn the radio on to the right waveband
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| Think about today and the one that you planned
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| Under the desperate gaze of the whole wide world
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| You turned into a spaced cowgirl
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| Spaced Cowgirl
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| Lock up the medicine chest
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| This wild wild woman is way out west
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| Spaced Cowgirl
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| Lock up the reins and the spurs
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| None of you cowboys are true to her
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| Well, you can be a good lover, hammer nails into hearts
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| And you can be a big loser when the real horror starts
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| You can blow hot and cold on the sacred graph
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| You had a good evening but you don’t know where
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| All you recall is a fall guy with an up for sale stare
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| Fell down by the bed and not to say your prayers
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| Under the watchful eye…
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| Sometimes I listen to you, it’s the whiskey talking
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| Sometimes I watch you move and it’s the whiskey walking
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| Sometimes I sit and think of the things that might have been
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| Well, your eyes never open, when you sleep they don’t close
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| And it rained so hard and your a delicate rose
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| Then it got so cold that your feelings froze
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| No, I still don’t believe in all your second sight
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| The automatic pilot flies your eyes tonight
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| Smile at the bird, we’ll get you home alright
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| (alright)
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| Under the watchful eye…
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| Spaced Cowgirl
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| Lock up the medicine chest
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| There’s no frontier left way out west
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| Spaced Cowgirl
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| Wasn’t she the first to say
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| I can’t remember my lines today… |