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Your hair's a mess |
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You better put on a dress |
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And get your feet back on the ground |
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You fix your eyes |
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For some city guys |
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Who wouldn't save you if you drowned |
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You hang on Forty-second street |
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And do your homework in the bar |
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Saint Helen says you're missin' school |
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And I'm wond'rin' where you are |
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Holyanna |
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Holyanna |
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Girl, what you do to me |
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Holyanna |
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Holyanna |
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Girl, you're a blue-eyed mystery |
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You read your books |
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Until nobody looks |
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And then you slip out after dark |
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You steal my love |
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Then say you're sorry |
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And do your penance in the park |
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You fooled your mother when you skipped ballet |
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To paint your face for the midnight show |
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And in the morning you knelt beside your bed |
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And prayed she'd never know |
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Holyanna |
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Holyanna |
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Girl, what you do to me |
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Holyanna |
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Holyanna |
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Girl, you're a blue-eyed mystery |
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Holyanna |
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Holyanna |
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Girl, what you do to me |
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Holyanna |
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Holyanna |
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Girl, you're a blue-eyed mystery |
