| What will she say when he’s away
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| what will she do?
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| And where will she go down in Mexico
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| What can she take when he’s away
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| And then he calls
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| as she’s gone out the door
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| What can he think
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| when his mind is on the blink
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| Waking up to the sound of Ciudad
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| Thinking of her
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| I’ll meet you in LA
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| I’ll kiss you in LA
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| Why does she cry as the sun passes by
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| Where does it go down in Tupelo
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| and then he stares
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| as he loses his red hair
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| In the cold morning air.
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| And where shall she go down in Mexico
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| where she can be free
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| What can he think
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| when his head is in the sink
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| Thinking of her. |