| It was a hot afternoon
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| Last day of June
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| And the sun was a demon
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| The clouds were afraid
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| One-ten in the shade
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| And the pavement was steaming
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| I told Billy-Ray
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| In his red Chevrolet
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| I needed time for some thinking
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| I was just walking by When I looked in her eye
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| And I swore it was winking
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| She was 31 and I was 17
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| I knew nothing about love
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| She knew everything
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| And I sat down beside her on the front porch swing
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| And wondered what the coming night would bring
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| The sun closed her eyes
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| As it climbed in the sky
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| And it started to swelter
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| The sweat trickled down the front of her gown
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| And I thought it would melt her
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| She threw back her hair
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| Like I wasn’t there
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| And she sipped on a julep
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| Her shoulders were bare
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| And I tried not to stare
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| When I looked at her two lips.
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| And when she looked at me
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| I heard her softly say
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| I know you’re young
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| You don’t know what to do or say
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| But stay with me until the sun has gone away
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| And I will chase the boy in you away
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| And then she smiled and we talked for a while
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| And we walked for a mile to the sea
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| We sat on the sand, and a boy took her hand
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| But I saw the sun rise as a man
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| Ten years have gone by Since I looked in her eye
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| But the memory lingers
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| I go back in my mind
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| To the very first time
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| And feel the touch of her fingers
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| It was a hot afternoon
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| Last day of June
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| And the sun was a demon
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| The clouds were afraid
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| One-ten in the shade
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| And the pavement was steaming…
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| For Michele… |