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I took my girl to go bowling |
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Downtown at the Red Door |
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After an argument I started |
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'Cause I thought she didn't like me anymore |
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I can't help it |
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Sometimes I feel pitiful |
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And of course |
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She's so young and beautiful |
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I bought us two glasses of Coke |
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That's her favorite |
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And I wanted to make up for earlier |
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But I dropped her glass and it broke |
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So I just gave my glass to her |
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She laughed and so did I |
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In our lane |
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Then she went to the vending machine |
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To buy a candy cane |
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But right next to that was a boy |
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I knew with a spring in his hand |
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Playing a country pinball machine |
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Called 'Stand by your man' |
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I saw him talk to her |
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But I stayed in my lane |
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And played my game steady |
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Was thinking of a day |
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When I'd be too old |
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To throw a ball this heavy |
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But I guess I'm young now |
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So it's easier to knock 'em all down |
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Then I looked and saw her say to him |
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"You really hitting that ball around" |
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And he's looking at her the way I did |
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When I first met her |
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I can see in his face, white flowers |
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And cups of coffee and love letters |
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I was sorry to interrupt their game |
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But I went and did it anyway |
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I dropped my red bowling ball |
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Through the glass of his machine |
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And I said, "Are you quick enough |
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To hit this ball Mr. Clean?" |
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I was scared to lose her |
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So I couldn't help being mean |
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And that ended both of our games |
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I said I was sorry |
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But my girl left with him |
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Just the same |
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I thought how much I hate |
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When love makes me act this way |
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I was bent over a broken pinball machine |
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In a bowling alley and I threw it all away |
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Well, isn't it all just a big game |
