| As she drags on a cigarette
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| You can tell it’s been her first pack
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| A leopard coat and piled high hair
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| Thick makeup, skin tight slacks
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| Tonight she’s steppin' out
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| She thinks, if only he could see her now
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| She will leave a trail of turnin' heads
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| Smokin' bridges and ice cold beds
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| Avoiding the blame at any cost
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| She is spinning wheels and throwing stones
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| Burying hearts and digging up them bones
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| Making up for time and love that was lost
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| She’s makin' up for time and love that was lost
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| She’s headed down a one-way road
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| Where hearts don’t touch and ends don’t meet
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| Fired by a danger glow
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| It’s in her eyes and on the street
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| And tomorrow they will talk about
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| How tonight she went to town
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| She will leave a trail of turnin' heads
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| Smokin' bridges and ice cold beds
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| Avoiding the blame at any cost
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| She is spinning wheels and throwing stones
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| Burying hearts and digging up them bones
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| Making up for time and love that was lost
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| She’s makin' up for time and love that was lost
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| And tomorrow he will think about
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| How tonight she went to town |
| She will leave a trail of turnin' heads
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| Smokin' bridges and ice cold beds
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| Avoiding the blame at any cost
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| She is spinning wheels and throwing stones
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| Burying hearts and digging up them bones
|
| Making up for time and love that was lost
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| She’s makin' up for time and love that was lost |