| There’s a lady plays her fav’rite records
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| On the jukebox ev’ry day
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| All day long she plays the same old songs
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| And she believes the things that they say
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| Other ladies like to prance around
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| And flirt and dance the whole night through
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| But she just sits and listens to here juke box records
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| Cause that’s all that she wants to do
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| She sings along with all the saddest songs
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| And she believes the stories are real
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| She let’s the music dictate the way that she feels
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| It’s only juke box music
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| Only juke box music
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| It’s only music
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| Only juke box music
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| Only juke box music
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| Seems to me she’s in a fantasy
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| She’s livin' in a world of her own
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| And we all agree that she’s a mystery
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| Because she’d rather be all alone
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| Ev’ry guy will do his best to try
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| To put that music out of her head
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| Forget all the songs
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| And just dance to the music instead
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| It’s only juke box music
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| Only juke box music
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| It’s only music
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| Only juke box music
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| Only juke box music
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| It’s all because of that music
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| That we’re slowly driftin' apart
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| But it’s only there to dance to
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| So you shouldn’t take it to heart
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| Music, only juke box music
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| Only music, only juke box music |