| Maggie left for work early
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| No one came to see the show
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| Theatres remain empty
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| Apples falling from the tree
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| Daddy left Maggie a little note
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| Saying he’ll be back at three
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| Mommy left the water right on the stove
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| Cooking over hundred degrees
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| Ooooo… You!
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| You better dance, Maggie!
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| You…
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| You, you, you, you
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| You better dance, Maggie!
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| You, you, you, you
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| Guess who took the last biscuit
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| Right out of the cookie jar
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| Maggie drove, she only missed him
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| When she’s drinking after hours
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| Hanging up the costume, smoking pipes
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| Singing Bette Davis songs
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| Maggie is a rock star in her mind
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| Waiting for the good to come
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| Maggie just believes in rainbows
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| Dusting off the wooden chairs
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| Curtains raised, no grand applause
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| She’s wasting all her loving time
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| Putting on her lipstick, cherry red
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| Little black silk beret
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| Thinking back to what her nana said
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| «You never get what you give» |