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Ooh, it's |
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Saturday night |
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Don't it feels like a |
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Sunday in some ways |
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If you had any sense |
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You'd maybe go away for a few days |
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And be that as it may |
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You can say, that you just love me' |
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Cause you are just a young girl |
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You're working your way through the phoneys |
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Coffee's on, milk's gone |
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It's a sad light unfading |
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And your self, you touch |
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But don't touch yourself to much' |
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Cause they say it's degrading |
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And your friends they are making |
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A pop star or two or three, every evening |
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And you know that seem backward |
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They can't see the patterns they're weaving |
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And your skin's so light |
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You'd like maybe to go to bed soon |
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So just close your eyes, baby |
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If you're to rise up before noon |
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High heels and car wheels |
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Yeah, the losers, they are groovin' |
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Ohh, your dreams, strange things' |
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Cause images keep on moving all around |
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You are just a young girl |
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Young girl blues |
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I say you are just a young girl |
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Young girl, ooh yeah |
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You're just working your way |
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Just working your way |
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Just working your way |
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You've got the young girl blues |
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You've got the young girl blues[Incomprehensible] |
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I'm gonna play that soon |
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You've got the young girl blues |
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Young girl blues |
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Young girl blues |
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You've just got the blues |
