| Well she was standing in a bar
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| I said, «hello
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| How do you do?»
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| She handed me a beer with a kangaroo
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| She spoke of places I had never been
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| That she had traveled to
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| And we slow danced alone to faster tunes
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| I made her laugh, I made a pass
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| I showed her my half-dollar ring
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| She said, «that's pretty cool,»
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| But classy girls don’t kiss in bars you fool
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| No they don’t
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| So later on the crowd calmed down
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| And I believe it was as if
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| Something drew me closer to her
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| So picture my surprise when I had
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| Tried to lean in for a kiss
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| And she just smiled and turned her head down quick
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| I asked her why, and she replied
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| It was nothing I was doing wrong
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| It’s just what it is
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| But classy girls, don’t kiss in bars like this
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| No classy girls don’t kiss in bars
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| Boys will break their backs and hearts
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| But it’s all right
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| The hardest part is through
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| Oh through
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| Oh through
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| Oh through
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| The hardest part is through |