| She was a girl at the library, keeping her book behind the desk
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| She was a girl who ruled at me, for reading it’s scared to rest
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| She’s got a new beret, she was a library girl
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| She was a girl who deep devised in her arms, her boy upstairs
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| But the girl means mood to me
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| But let’s make up that bell, ‘cause she’s never have a bell
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| Well maybe when she had a ‘maybe'
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| She was a girl at the precinct underneath the barber shop
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| She had a boy on her sin and I had a saddened rise
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| Got a little girl, she was a little girl
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| She was a girl who deep devised in her arms, her boy upstairs
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| But the girl meant mood to me
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| But let’s make up that bell, ‘cause she’s never have a bell
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| Well maybe when she had a ‘maybe'
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| She was a girl who passed on stage, and has kept in a backroom track
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| Kept on movin', comin' ‘round the bay and I’d always learned the job
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| He’s got her new boy well, she was the district girl
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| She was a girl who deep devised in her arms, her boy upstairs
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| But the girl meant mood to me
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| But let’s make up that bell, ‘cause she’s never have a bell
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| Well maybe when she had a ‘maybe'
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| She was a girl at the library, library
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| She was a girl at the library, library
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| She was a girl at the library, library
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| She was a girl at the library, library |