| I was twenty and she was eighteen,
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| We were just about as wild as we were green,
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| In the ways of the world.
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| Well she picked me up in that red rag top,
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| We were free of the folks and hiding from the cops,
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| On a summer night, running all the red lights.
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| We parked way out in a clearing in a grove,
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| And the night was as hot as a coal burning stove.
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| We were cooking with gas
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| knew it had to last
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| In the back of that red rag top
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| She said please don’t stop
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| Well the very first time her mother met me
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| Her green eyed girl had been a mother to be, for two weeks.
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| I was out of a job and she was in school,
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| And life was fast and the world was cruel,
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| We were young and wild, we decided not to have a child
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| So we did what we did and we tried to forget
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| And we swore up and down, there would be no regrets in the morning light,
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| But on the way home that night
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| On the back of that red rag top
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| She said please don’t stop
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| Loving me
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| We took one more trip around the sun,
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| But it was all make believe in the end,
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| No I can’t say where she is today,
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| I can’t remember who I was back then.
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| Well you do what you do and you pay for your sins,
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| And there’s no such thing as what might have been
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| That’s a waste of time, drive you outta' your mind.
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| I was stopped at a red light just yesterday,
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| Beside a young girl in a cabriolet and her eyes were green,
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| And I was in an old scene
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| I was back in that red rag top
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| On the day she stopped
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| Loving me (2x) |