| Where’s the girl?
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| The canary stopped singin'
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| The moment she walked out the door
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| Where’s the girl?
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| The flowers are dying
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| 'Cause nobody cares any more
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| The canary and the poor lonely flowers
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| Miss her so very much
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| You can tell this apartment and I
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| Are in need of a woman’s touch
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| On the floor
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| There is one nylon stocking
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| And I’m leavin' it there where it lies
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| Whoa, who’d have thought
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| That one nylon stocking
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| Could ever bring tears to these eyes?
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| Where’s the girl
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| Who used to fix me my coffee
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| And butter up my toast?
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| Lord, how I miss
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| The coffee taste of her kiss
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| But Lord, what I miss the most
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| Is the girl
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| Here’s a dresser drawer
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| That’s filled with old hairpins
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| Lipstick and Lord knows what
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| And here’s a photograph
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| Taken last summer
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| And a bottle of perfume, but
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| Where’s the girl?
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| Where’s the girl?
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| Where’s the girl?
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| Oh, I need the girl |