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Lowe |
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Little Olive is a bell-bottomed trip who's bluer than the sky above |
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And all of the things she gives the boys, they shy away from her sweet love |
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Of scented rings and veils and things |
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Go get 'em, little Olive. |
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She strolls the street and waits to meet the guy who will save her soul |
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You lose your mind and then go blind, how can a woman be so cold ? |
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Of scented rings and veils and things |
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Come on, little Olive. |
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She strolls the street and waits to meet the guy who will save her soul |
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You lose your mind and then go blind, how can a woman be so cold ? |
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Of scented rings and veils and things |
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Go get 'em, little Olive. |
