| I met her at a biker bar in San Jose
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| Trying not to stare when she looked my way
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| Hair over her shoulder flowing dark and brown
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| With eyes too deep to hide inside and to be found
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| She rolled up her sleeve to show off drying ink
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| She said it’s new this morning what do you think
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| I said it’s kind of hard to see you from this booth I took
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| Would you mind if I came over and got a better look
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| Oh I’m a lost soul with a vacant heart
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| Traveling the underground world
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| With this south of northern Californian girl
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| We had a couple drinks
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| That is a couple ten
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| She long ago forgot to know when to say when
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| She asked me if I’d order up some harder stuff
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| I said that I thought maybe she had had enough
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| She whispered in my ear that she was hard to get
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| Then she walked outside to smoke another cigarette
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| Waiting at the bar just trying to keep my cool
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| Wondering if she left me for another fool
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| Oh I’m a lost soul with a vacant heart
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| Traveling the underground world
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| With this south of northern Californian girl
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| Just then she walked back in with a motel room key
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| I thanked God and Tom Mardet for leaving the lgiht on for me
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| I payed our bill and we stepped out underneath the moon
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| She took my hand and said hurry up she’d be leaving soon
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| Unbuttoning her coat I asked what do you really want
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| She said I’ll take another drink and five-hundred of fun
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| It was then I sadly realized she was one of them
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| And had I known before I’d have hit the ATM
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| Oh I’m a lost soul with a vacant heart
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| Traveling the underground world
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| With this south of northern Californian girl
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| South of northern Californian girl
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| South of northern Californian girl
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| South of northern Californian girl |