| They’re talkin', talkin' about Molly
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| She’s cryin', isn’t it funny
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| I turned her without any money
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| She’s 28 years old tonight
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| I told her not to fear, it’s all very right
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| She listened and came to my side
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| Then whispered she wanted to ride
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| She slowed down right with the tide
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| She told me she’s wormin' her knees
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| I touched her, she’s started to breathe
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| She opened and let in the breeze
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| She’s 28 years old tonight
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| I told her not to fear
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| It’s all very night
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| Silk on silk
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| Feather and light
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| Make the black out of the night
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| Silk on silk
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| Feather and light
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| Make the black out of the night
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| She’s 28 years old tonight
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| I told her not to fear
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| It’s all very night
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| They’re talkin', talkin' about Molly
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| She’s cryin', isn’t it funny
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| I turned her without any money
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| Next morning, two nights after
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| She woke up, grinning with laughter
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| I kissed her, she came at me faster
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| She’s 28 years old tonight
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| I told her not to fear
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| It’s all very night
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| Silk on silk
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| Feather and light
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| Make the black out of the white
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| Silk on silk
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| Feather and light
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| Make the black out of the white
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| Repeat |