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In the valley the girl waits |
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At the back of a caravan |
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Wears a dress made of red wool |
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For a night on the town with her man |
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He is good to her |
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He takes care of her |
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He holds doors for her |
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Settles scores for her |
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He does what he can |
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Stole a car for the night |
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Picked her up for the dance |
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Said farewell to their families |
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Like they'd never come home again |
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Shine up your shoes and polish your cuff links |
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Go, dress up for the ball |
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In borrowed clothes and fake jewels |
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We can bend all the rules |
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We won't go home until they drag us out |
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There's a man who runs this place |
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Built like a chimney and hits like |
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Joe BrownHe's got tabs on all of the girls |
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She needs more money to buy her way out |
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He ain't shit to her |
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Ain't worth the tears to her |
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Dares call himself a |
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Christian man |
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He only gives us the back of his hand |
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How long?How long? |
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But tonight put on your best dress |
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Go dress up for the ball |
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With borrowed clothes and fake jewels we can bend all the rules |
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We won't go home until they drag us out |
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Shine up your shoes and polish your cuff links |
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Go, dress up for the ball |
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In borrowed clothes and fake jewels |
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We can bend all the rules |
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We won't go home until they drag us out |
