| Pleasure is her business
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| She’s the one to meet
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| She’ll shoot the eye out of the buzzing fly
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| And she won’t miss a beat
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| She likes to press wild flowers
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| And read Edgar Allan Poe
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| It doesn’t do to get too close
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| Or else your love will start to grow
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| She’s like fire
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| Like wildfire like wildfire like wildfire
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| You’ll find her in big cities
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| Living on the run
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| She’s got a smile like a crocodile
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| She’s just having fun
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| She’ll take a hand at poker
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| She’s never known to lose
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| She plays the bottleneck guitar
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| You know she loves those Delta Blues
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| She’s like fire
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| Like wildfire like wildfire like wildfire
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| And ever since I saw her first I love her
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| Sitting in that small cafe at dawn
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| I didn’t have the nerve
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| To introduce myself just then
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| So I looked her way again
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| Sitting there with all her friends
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| I knew I’d never win her heart
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| Pleasure is her business
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| She’s the girl to see
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| She’ll take a flight in the middle of the night
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| Just for somewhere new to be
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| She won’t discuss the future
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| She won’t discuss the past
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| She’s trying to find the beat before
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| That one that’s going to last |