| And she has a dress of laces
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| It’s worn in many places
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| The shoulder hangs upon her by a thread
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| And she has a need for sharin'
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| With someone warm and carin'
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| And no one sees a heart that’s underfed
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| Young girl in love, young girl in tears
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| She hasn’t seen the man she loves in years
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| And her mother is a waitress
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| At the harbor bar, good graces
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| Where the seamen come from fishin' with their lines
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| And it was one of them that caught her
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| And left her with a daughter
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| Who lives with hate and loving him in mind
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| Young girl in love, young girl in tears
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| She hasn’t seen the man she loves in years
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| So the young girl goes to the water
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| And she calls out for her father
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| But she ain’t seen the old man in some time
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| Yes, and he was always boastin'
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| Just a drinkin' and a toastin'
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| And one day he left his family far behind
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| Young girl in love, young girl in tears
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| She hasn’t seen the man she loves in years
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| So her mother comes home a drinkin'
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| With some sailor who’s a thinkin' out loud
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| That he might stay with them awhile
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| So she loads her mother’s pistol
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| And she shoots him as he whistles
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| A song about a sailor’s life in style
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| Young girl in love, young girl in tears
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| She kills the only man she’s loved in years
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| And with him dies her hopes, her dreams, her fears
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| And she has a dress of laces
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| It’s worn in many places
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| The shoulder hangs upon her by a thread
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| And she has a need for sharin'
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| With someone warm and carin'
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| But no one sees a heart that’s underfed
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| No one sees a heart that’s underfed |