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How many boys, one night stands, |
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How many lips, how many hands, have held you |
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Like I'm holding you tonight |
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Too many nights, staying up late, |
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Too much powder and too much paint |
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No you can't hide from the turning of the tide |
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Did they run their fingers up and down your shabby dress |
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Did they find some tender moment there in your caress |
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The boys all say "You look so fine" |
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They don't come back for a second time |
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Oh you can't hide from the turning of the tide |
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Poor little sailor boy, never set eyes on a woman before |
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Did he tell you that he'd love you, darling, for evermore? |
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Pretty little shoes, cheap perfume, |
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Creaking bed in a hotel room |
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Oh you can't hide from the turning of the tide |
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Did they run their fingers up and down your shabby dress |
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Did they find some tender moment there in your caress |
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The boys all say "You look so fine", |
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They don't come back for a second time |
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Oh you can't hide from the turning of the tide |
