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As she drags on a cigarette |
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You can tell it's been her first pack |
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A leopard coat and piled high hair |
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Thick makeup, skin tight slacks |
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Tonight she's steppin' out |
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She thinks, if only he could see her now |
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She will leave a trail of turnin' heads |
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Smokin' bridges and ice cold beds |
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Avoiding the blame at any cost |
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She is spinning wheels and throwing stones |
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Burying hearts and digging up them bones |
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Making up for time and love that was lost |
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She's makin' up for time and love that was lost |
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She's headed down a one-way road |
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Where hearts don't touch and ends don't meet |
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Fired by a danger glow |
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It's in her eyes and on the street |
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And tomorrow they will talk about |
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How tonight she went to town |
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She will leave a trail of turnin' heads |
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Smokin' bridges and ice cold beds |
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Avoiding the blame at any cost |
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She is spinning wheels and throwing stones |
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Burying hearts and digging up them bones |
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Making up for time and love that was lost |
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She's makin' up for time and love that was lost |
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And tomorrow he will think about |
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How tonight she went to town |
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She will leave a trail of turnin' heads |
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Smokin' bridges and ice cold beds |
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Avoiding the blame at any cost |
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She is spinning wheels and throwing stones |
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Burying hearts and digging up them bones |
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Making up for time and love that was lost |
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She's makin' up for time and love that was lost |
