| I think I saw you riding in a car
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| You looked happy for a woman
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| Black fingers in your mouth and a white
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| And a white pearl choker
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| My head plays it over and over
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| Don’t interrupt me
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| I think I saw you reaching for a glass
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| With your lanky white arms
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| Nothing else moves that way. |
| Are you kidding me?
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| My head plays it over and over
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| Don’t interrupt me
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| All dolled-up in straps, all colored in
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| Now, love, where have you been?
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| Dolled-up in straps, all colored in
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| Now, love, where have you been?
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| Where have you been?
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| I think I saw you walking in the city
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| Hips like a boy’s
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| The sun fell behind you and never stood up
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| My head plays it over and over
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| I think I heard you singing
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| «Oh poor sky, don’t cry on me
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| Did somebody break your heart again?
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| Oh poor sky, don’t cry on me
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| Are you gonna fall apart again?»
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| My head plays it over and over
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| All dolled-up in straps, all colored in
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| Now, love, where have you been?
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| Dolled-up in straps, all colored in
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| Now, love, where have you been?
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| Where have you been?
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| Oh poor sky, don’t cry on me
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| Did somebody break your heart again?
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| Oh poor sky, don’t cry on me
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| Did somebody break your heart again?
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| Oh poor sky, don’t cry on me
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| Are you gonna fall apart again?
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| Oh poor sky, don’t cry on me
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| Are you gonna fall apart again? |