| She was eager but a bit afraid
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| Like a fish she squirmed around
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| She had to tell herself to try to settle down
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| But as the crowd poured in
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| She was overwhelmed by them
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| She asked herself which one of these will win
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| Scrutinizing body shapes studying every face
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| Eeenie, meenie, Larry, Moe, and Curly
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| She wants to get to heaven laying down
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| «I now know how I’ll get there
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| I’ll get there laying down
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| I can get there laying down
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| I’m gonna get there laying down
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| I gotta get there laying down»
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| After talking to a few
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| Several hours melted by
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| She was ready to just give up and be through
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| She set down her empty glass
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| Grabbed her purse and and straightened her dress
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| Stumbling, she plowed out of that place
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| On the corner right outside
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| A man who’s drunk, a smile that’s wide
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| She hooked his arm and towed him from the light
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| In the morning he was gone and like the dress that she had worn
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| She was still cut and laying down |