| In my platforms
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| I hit the floor
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| I fell face down
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| it didn’t help my brain out
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| Then the baby came
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| before I found
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| the magic highs
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| to keep her happy
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| I never was the fantasy
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| of what you want
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| wanted me to be
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| Don’t judge me so harsh little girl
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| so, you got a playboy mommy
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| Yeah, well, you just tell those soldiers my name
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| From here to Birmingham I got a few friends
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| I never was there, was there when it counts
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| You get my way
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| you’re so like me
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| 'seemed ashamed
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| ashamed that I was
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| a good friend of American soldiers
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| I’ll say it loud here by your grave
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| those angels can’t
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| ever take my place
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| Don’t judge me so harsh little girl
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| so, you got a playboy mommy
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| Yeah, well, you just tell those soldiers my name
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| You want to cross that
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| Bridge all on your own
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| Little girl they’ll do you no harm
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| 'cause they know
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| your playboy mommy
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| You just tell 'em my name
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| I got a few friends
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| Somewhere where the orchids grow
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| I can’t find those church bells
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| that played when you died
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| they played Gloria
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| we’re talkin' bout
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| Hosannah
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| Don’t judge me so harsh little girl
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| So, you got a playboy mommy
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| Yeah, well, you just tell those soldiers my name
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| You want to cross that
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| Bridge all on your own
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| Little girl they’ll do you no harm
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| 'cause they know
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| your playboy mommy
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| Well, I’ll be home
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| Yes, I’ll be home
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| to take you in my arms |