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Well, she showed her navel |
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She wore a label |
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She wore it thigh-high |
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Well, old-time sticky lipstick |
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Knockin' at my door |
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I just say bye-bye |
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Well, it's a plain shame |
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It took me all this time to learn |
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Plain shame, no matter which way you turn |
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She'd like to taste me |
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She'd like to waste me |
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She'd like to see me sky-high |
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New York to Boston |
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Still the same in San-Francisco |
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I just say bye-bye |
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Well, it's a plain shame |
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It took me all this time to learn |
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Plain shame, no matter which way you turn |
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Well, I know it's late to |
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But I'd like to play tunes |
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On your guitar |
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Well, let's get arrested |
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I want to be molested |
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I don't care how old you are |
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Well it's a plain shame |
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It took me all this time to learn |
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Plain shame, no matter which way you turn |
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Well, it's a plain shame |
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It took me all this time to learn |
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Well it's a plain shame, no matter which way you turn |
