| I was talking not two days ago
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| To a certain bartender I' lucky to know
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| And I asked Henry my bartending friend
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| If I should bother dating unfamous men
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| And Henry said «You're lucky to even know me.
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| You’re lucky to be alive. |
| You’re lucky to be drinking here for free cause I’m a Sucker for your lucky pretty eyes.»
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| And then he said «Do you want to be a Polyester Bride?
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| Or do you want to hang your head and die?
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| Do you want to find alligator cowboy boots they just put on sale?
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| Do you want to flap your wings and fly away from here?"
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| I was sitting, not two days ago
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| Feeling lonely 'cause I’m just feeling low
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| And I asked Henry, my bartending friend
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| Why it is that there are those kind of men
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| «Princess, do you
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| Really want to flap your wings and fly…
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| Because you’ve got time.»
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| He keeps telling me, «You've got time.»
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| But I don’t believe him
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| «You've got time.»
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| I keep on pushing harder…
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| I keep on pushing farther away
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| But he keeps telling me, «Baby, he says baby, do you want to be a polyester
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| Bride?»
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| «Do you want to flap your wings and fly away from here?» |