| Well I can tell you she’s a bad idea
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| For the good it would do
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| You got a Chevrolet as old as her
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| Hell you bought it new
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| (Mmm hmmm
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| Nice to meet you ma’am)
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| Well I’ll be damned if she won’t let you
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| Leave her line of sight
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| With her left hand closed on a yellow rose
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| Dying in the neon light
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| (Mmm hmmm
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| She’s something right?)
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| There’s a thousand things that I could say
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| But I just bite my tongue
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| And listen as the last note fades away
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| That bell can’t be unrung
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| He’s a hero of mine you know honey
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| They don’t make 'em like that no more
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| He’s a hero of mine you know honey
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| As if he wasn’t before
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| Oh a thousand things that I could say
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| But I just bite my tongue
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| And listen as the last note fades away
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| That bell can’t be unrung
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| Well I could tell you she’s a bad idea
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| For the good it would do
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| I could tell you she’s a mixed up girl
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| Hell she’s 22
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| She’s hanging on every word you say
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| Like a song yet to be sung
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| So we listen as the last note fades away
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| That bell can’t be unrung
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| So we listen as the last note fades away
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| That bell can’t be unrung |