| Isn’t it a little late
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| Shouldn’t you fly away
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| Little dove with cigarettes
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| Show 'em that you can hold your breath
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| I heard about a girl
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| Buried her dolls and lost her curls
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| Painted on lipstick red
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| Grew herself up and then she’d
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| Walk into a smoke filled room
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| Oh no one could keep their eyes off you
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| Have a little drink or two
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| Oh how could you be that girl I knew
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| Walk into a smoke filled room
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| Little black dress and mama’s shoes
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| Isn’t it a bit too soon
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| Oh how could you be that girl I knew
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| Oh how could you be that girl I knew
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| Walk into a smoke filled room
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| Oh I believe love will follow you
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| Isn’t it a bit too soon
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| Oh how could you be that girl I knew
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| Take a step around the room
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| And every head keeps turning too
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| Little dove, you fight 'em back
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| Show em you’re so much more than that
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| I heard about a girl
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| Buried her dolls and lost her curls
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| Painted on lipstick red
|
| Grew herself up and then she’d
|
| Walk into a smoke filled room
|
| Oh no one could keep their eyes off you
|
| Have a little drink or two
|
| Oh how could you be that girl I knew
|
| Walk into a smoke filled room
|
| Little black dress and mama’s shoes
|
| Isn’t it a bit too soon
|
| Oh how could you be that girl I knew
|
| Oh how could you be that girl I knew
|
| Walk into a smoke filled room
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| Oh I believe love will follow you
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| Isn’t it a bit too soon
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| Oh how could you be that girl I knew |