| A muscle twitched upon her cheek
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| Her eyes betrayed, the tenseness
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| A strand of hair, had fallen down
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| Lay waxed upon her forehead
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| She came from that city of Los Angeles
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| Where father held shares in the goverment
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| And she’d ride to the school
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| On a big black Cadillac
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| Yes and all of her class mates they did likewise
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| Hup
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| Now her clothes once clean
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| They were dirty now
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| No trace remained of beauty
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| Italian men, looked on with scorn
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| When they once would have been flirting
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| You can have me, if you want me
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| But you don’t know what I’ve been through
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| I once had a, a brilliant future
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| Ah the sea looked bright
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| And it beckoned her
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| A to come and share the secret
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| A buzzard flew, in circles high
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| A bird of prey not paradise
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| And she came from that city of Los Angeles
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| Where father held shares in the goverment
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| And she’d ride to the school
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| On a big black Mercedes
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| Yes and all of her class mates they did likewise
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| They did the same thing |