| Boy: I see you’re all along sittin' in the bar
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| Can I sit down beside ya, Blue Eyes?
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| Girl: Well, you see my boyfriend just went into the wash room
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| And he’ll be right back
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| And he’s seven feet tall
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| And he always carries a gun
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| Boy: Oh! |
| Well, if I beat up your boyfriend
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| And I take away his gun
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| And I sit down beside ya
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| Can I buy you a drink, Blue Eyes?
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| Girl: I’m drinking Piper Heidsick champagne
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| That costs thirty-five dollars a bottle
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| Boy: Oh! |
| Well, if I beat up your boyfriend
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| And I take away his gun
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| And I sit down beside ya
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| And I guy ya a bottle of thirty-five dollar Piper Heidsick champagne
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| Can I drive ya home, Blue Eyes?
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| Girl: I live in Philadelphia
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| Boy: Oh! |
| Well, if I beat up your boyfriend
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| And I take away his gun
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| And I sit down beside ya
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| And I guy ya a bottle of thirty-five dollar Piper Heidsick champagne
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| And I drive you to Philadelphia
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| Can I walk you to the door, Blue Eyes?
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| Girl: There’s a big moat around my house
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| And it’s full of crocodiles and alligators
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| And there’s a terrible undertow
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| Boy: Oh! |
| Well, if I swim across the moat
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| And I avoid the crocodiles and the alligators
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| And I don’t get sunk by the undertow
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| Will you ask me to come in, Blue Eyes?
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| Girl: Well, you see…
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| It’s very late
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| And my mother is probably waiting up for me
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| And I think she washed the floor
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| And it’s covered with newspapers
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| And besides, we got this big dog that
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| Whenever a stranger comes in
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| He starts to bark and bites you
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| And my father’s worried about paying off the mortgage on the house
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| Which cost five thousand, three hundred twenty-two dollars
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| And it’s very late
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| And I’ve got to wash my hair
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| And I have to get up early for work
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| Boy: You really don’t want me to take you home, do ya?
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| Girl: Well, you see it’s very late
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| And my mother’s probably waiting up for me
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| Boy: You see, you don’t really want me to take you home
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| Girl: Well, you see it’s very late
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| Boy: You don’t really like me, do ya?
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| You really don’t care about me
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| Girl: Well, you see it’s very late
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| Boy: Never mind! |
| Forget it! |