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When I first met |
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DoreenShe was barely seventeen |
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She was drinking whiskey sours in the bar |
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The way she tossed 'em back |
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I would've had a heart attack |
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But as it is |
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I let her drive my car |
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We galloped through the boroughs |
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Like a pair of horny thoroughbreds |
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Until I said, "Stop the car, Doreen" |
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Well, you can roll your eyes and nod |
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But I swear that |
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I saw God in the moonlight |
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On a side street in the wreckage we call |
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QueensDoreen, |
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Doreen, last night, |
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I had an awful dream |
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You were laying in the arms of a man |
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I'd never seen |
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Come clean, |
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Doreen, come clean, |
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DoreenWell, |
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I'm pulling into |
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ClevelandIn a seven-seater tour van |
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There's eight of us, so |
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I'm sleeping on the floor |
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The guy that plays the banjo |
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Keeps on handing me the old crow |
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Which multiplies my sorrow, |
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I can't take it anymore |
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Doreen, Doreen, last night, |
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I had an awful dream |
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You were laying in the arms of a man |
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I'd never seen |
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Come clean |
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Doreen, come clean, |
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DoreenNow |
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I'm begging and |
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I'm pleading"Well pull over guys, I'm bleedingThere's a fina off the highway with a phone" |
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I'm calling you, |
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DoreenBut it rings and rings and rings |
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Where is it that you are, if you aren't in our bed at home |
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Doreen, Doreen, last night, |
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I had an awful dream |
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You were laying in the arms of a man |
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I'd never seen |
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Come clean, |
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Doreen, come clean, |
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Doreen |
