| She wants to buy a little place in the middle of nowhere at all
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| And leave the sound of the fair to the other girls
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| But every beat goes boom cha-cha boom cha boom
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| And the night draws in and the collagen delights and
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| She’s fallen down again
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| The little lights on the floor are delighted to be seeing at all
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| And somewhere else might be just where she needs to grace
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| But the band goes boom cha-cha boom cha boom
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| And the lights go up Where the water might be laid on
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| The bottom of the floor
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| All her time, dispensing, from her blue jeans
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| Fall in the old river
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| Where the light pours down when the night’s been long
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| She’s got a little bit of money in the side of her skirt
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| Waiting for her
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| And forty light blue and yellow shoe cross ties
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| But still the band it goes boom cha-cha boom cha boom
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| And the lights go down
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| All the boys are in the back
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| There’s always something they want
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| All her life, depending, on a little gold pipe
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| Sniff sniff and a little water
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| She might not get up, but she might
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| The stone stairs to, a black door through, into a hallway
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| And then a glass green lamplight
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| Maybe tonight But probably no
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| There’s Someone here she doesn’t know
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| There might be someway else… |