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Who's got eyes as black as tar? |
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That melt and drip and burn and scar, |
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Who's got eyes as black as tar? |
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It's the lady at the bar. |
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And who's that standing at the door? |
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She said don't come round here no more, |
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So who's that standing at the door? |
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I don't know you anymore. |
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Try, try, try my hardest, |
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Well I, |
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Try, try, try my hardest, |
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Well I. |
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Hey now what's the big idea? |
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Don't bring those good looks round here, |
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What's the matter with my heart? |
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It's the girl with eyes like tar. |
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So who's that standing at the door? |
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She said don't come round here no more, |
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So who's that standing at the door? |
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I don't know you anymore. |
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I try, try, try my hardest, |
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Well I, |
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Try, try, try my hardest, |
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Well I |
