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They pulled in just behind the fridge |
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He lays her down, he frowns |
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Gee my life's a funny thing |
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Am I still too young? |
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He kissed her then and there |
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She took his ring, took his babies |
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It took him minutes, took her nowhere |
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Heaven knows, she'd have taken anything |
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All night |
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She wants the young American |
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Young American, young American |
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She wants the young American |
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All right |
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She wants the young American |
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Scanning life through the picture window she |
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Finds the slinky vagabond |
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He coughs as he passes her Ford Mustang, but |
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Heaven forbid, she can take anything |
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But the freak and his type, all for nothing |
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He misses a step and cuts his hand |
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Showing nothing, he swoops like a song |
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She cries, "Where have all Papa's heroes gone?" |
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All night |
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She wants the young American |
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Young American, young American |
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She wants the young American |
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All right |
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She wants the young American |
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All the way from Washington |
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Her bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor |
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Live for just these twenty years |
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Do we have to die for the fifty more? |
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All night |
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He wants the young American |
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Young American, young American |
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He wants the young American |
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All right |
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He wants the young American |
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Do you remember, President Clinton? |
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Do you remember, Bill you have to pay? |
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Or even yesterday |
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Bein' the un-American |
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Just you and your idol singing falsetto 'bout |
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Leather, leather everywhere and |
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Not a myth left from the ghetto |
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Well, well, well, would you carry a razor? |
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In a case just in case of depression |
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Sit on your hands on a bus of survivors |
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Blushing at all the Afro-Sheilas |
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Ain't that close to love? |
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Ain't that poster love? |
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Well it ain't that Barbie doll |
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Her heart's been broken just like you |
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All night |
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You want the young American |
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Young American, young American |
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You want the young American |
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All right |
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You want the young American |
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You're not a pimp and you're not a hustler |
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The pimp's got a Cadillac, the lady got a Chrysler |
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Black's got respect and white's got his soul train |
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Mama's got cramps and look at your hands ache |
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[incomprehensible] |
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I got a suite and you got defeat |
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Ain't there a man who can say no more? |
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Ain't there a woman I can sock on the jaw? |
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Ain't there a child I can hold without judging? |
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Ain't there a pen that will write before they die? |
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Ain't you proud that you've still got faces? |
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Ain't there one damn song |
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That can make me break down and cry? |
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Break down and cry? |
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All night |
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I want the young American |
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Young American, young American |
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I want the young American |
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All right |
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I want the young American |
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Young American, young American |
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I want the young American |
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All night |
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Young American, young American |
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I want the young American |
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All right |
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Young American, young American, young American |
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I want the young American |
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I want the young American |
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I want the young American |
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I want the young American |
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I want the young American |
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Young American, young American |
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I want the young American |
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Young American, young American |
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I want the young American |
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Young American, young American |
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I want the young American |
