| I was getting kinda tired
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| Of her endless chatter
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| Nothing I could say
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| Ever seemed to matter
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| So I took a little drive
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| Just to clear my head
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| I saw a flashing neon up ahead
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| It looked like a place
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| To find some satisfaction
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| With a little less talk
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| And a lot more action
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| I paid the man at the door
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| And pushed my way to the bar
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| Shouted for a drink
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| Over a screaming guitar
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| A drunk on a stool
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| Tried to mess with my head
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| But I didn’t even listen
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| To a word he said
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| I knew somewhere
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| Amid all this distraction
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| Was a little less talk
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| And a lot more action
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| A little less talk
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| If you please
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| A lot more loving
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| Is what I need
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| Let’s get on down
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| To the main attraction
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| With a little less talk
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| And a lot more action
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| Well she was fighting them off
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| At a corner table
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| She had a longneck bottle
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| She was peeling the label
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| The look on her face
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| It was perfectly clear
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| She said somebody please
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| Get me out of here
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| The look she shot me
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| Through the glass refraction
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| Said a little less talk
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| And a lot more action
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| A little less talk
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| If you please
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| A lot more loving
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| Is what I need
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| Let’s get on down
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| To the main attraction
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| With a little less talk
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| And a lot more action |