| Once there was a young girl
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| Who was a good time fun girl
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| She went through her younger life a saint
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| Then at the time of sixteen
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| She got into a new thing
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| She dug the groups and the songs that they were singin'
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| Into her life there came a long hair
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| Who said that she was nowhere
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| Unless she showed his friends some of her favors
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| Groupie girl
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| You know you do your thing so fine
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| But groupie girl
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| You’ll get old before your time
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| Like a joint she was passed round
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| By the groups that came into the town
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| And she no longer cared about her welfare
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| With her leather bags and muskin shoes
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| She acts as if she’s nothing to loose
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| And she no longer combs her pretty blond hair
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| Oh, groupie girl
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| You know you do your thing so fine — yes you do
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| Groupie girl
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| You’ll get old before your time |