| She roots out her best earrings with a comb
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| The ones that go with her rowdy red hair
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| Weaves her way between the plastic and the bones
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| Leaves all her empty evenings hanging in the air
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| And he don’t mind that she’s a short-tempered girl
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| He don’t mind that she may soon say goodbye
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| He don’t mind 'cause she’s got something he loves
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| She’s as straight as a die
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| She sees the men out changing the state
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| Knows they stoop through her eyes are half drowned
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| Hears the steeple say it’s a quarter past eight
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| Moves on in a hurry well she’s a long way from town
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| He don’t mind that she’s a short-tempered girl
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| He don’t mind that she may soon make him cry
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| He don’t mind 'cause she’s got something he loves
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| She’s as straight as a die
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| We won’t get away from this either
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| No matter how hard we try
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| The truth is there to catch us The truth is going to save our lives
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| He’s in a thrill of anticipation
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| So glad he bought something small
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| To give her for a gift
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| He feels kind of silly
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| In case she thinks he’s having her on All he meant was
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| She’s got a friend she can kiss
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| And he don’t mind that she’s a short-tempered girl
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| He don’t mind that she soon has to fly
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| He don’t mind 'cause she’s got something he loves
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| She’s as straight as a die |