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She had hair like |
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Jeannie Shrimpton |
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back in 1965 |
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She had legs that never ended |
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I was halfway paralyzed |
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She was tall and cool and pretty and she dressed as black as coal |
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If she asked me to I'd murder, I would gladly lose my soul |
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Now I lie in bed and think of her |
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Sometimes I even weep |
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Then I dream of her behind the wall of sleep |
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Well she held a bass guitar and she was playing in a band |
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And she stood just like Bill Wyman |
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Now I am her biggest fan |
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Now I know I'm one of many who would like to be your friend |
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And I've got to find a way to let you know I'm not like them |
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Now I lie in bed and think of her |
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Sometimes I even weep |
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Then I dream of her behind the wall of sleep |
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Now I lie in bed and think of her |
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Sometimes I even weep |
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Then I dream of her behind the wall of sleep |
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Got your number from a friend of mine who lives in your home town |
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Called you up to have a drink |
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Your roommate said you weren't around |
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Now I know I'm one of many who would like to be your friend |
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And I've just got to find a way to let you know I'm not like them |
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Now I lie in bed and think of her |
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Sometimes I even weep |
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Then I dream of her behind the wall of sleep |
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Behind the wall of sleep |
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Behind the wall of sleep |
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Behind the wall of sleep |
