| Her head rolls back and forth
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| Against the billows of her long black shiny hair
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| As she contemplates the ecstasy
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| Of some other love that now she wished was there
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| If she could only realise that the love I have could beckon her command
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| Instead of laughing endlessly and pushing back advances with her hands
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| Every night I see her leaves a nightmare of illusions when she’s gone
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| And it leaves a longing feeling in a man with a pain that lingers on
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| The gaudy goodbye can’t replace the girlish giggle of her sweet hello
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| But tonight I’ve made my crumbled mind up that I’ll never ever let her go
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| Too many nights I’ve watched her tease by shifting all her weight from hip to
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| hip
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| And with her hands brush back the falling strands that cover up her satin lips
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| She struts upon the stage and her fallen victims are calling out for more
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| But she leaves them stranded helplessly and exits to her dressing room door
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| Tonight I’m gonna take her, I’ve infiltrated past the guarded door
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| But she just hurries by me carrying all those scanty costumes that she wore
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| And she asks a sawed off cigar smoking cat if he would open up the door
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| Then she told him to load the baggage because they open tomorrow night in
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| Baltimore
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| God' if I have to crawl, I’m gonna be there tomorrow night in Baltimore |