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I had a broken heart and a broken heel |
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And a break down when those big old wheels |
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Left with him and left me in a cloud of deep old dust |
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She was sitting there |
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With her beehive hair |
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And said, "Honey, that's a waste of good mascara." |
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She handed me a pink Kleenex |
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And I'll never forget what she said next, |
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"Boys and buses got a lot in common |
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They both pick up speed when you |
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Try to stop 'em |
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You could waste your breath |
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You could scream and cuss 'em |
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But there's no use chasing after boys and buses." |
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She said, "Some leave with a guitar case, |
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And some wind up at an army base, |
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And some make out much under the hood, |
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And some roll it on out to Hollywood. |
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But the cost is lost when the ticket's bought |
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And you can't catch what don't wanna be caught |
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But when those tail lights start to dim |
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There's another one coming right around the bend 'cause... |
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Boys and buses got a lot in common |
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They both pick up speed when you |
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Try to stop 'em |
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You could waste your breath |
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You could scream and cuss 'em |
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But there's no use chasin' after boys and buses |
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Sometimes love and transportation |
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Will spin their wheels and keep you waiting |
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But anytime you think you've missed it, |
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Just give it ten or fifteen minutes. |
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Boys and buses got a lot in common |
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They both pick up speed when you |
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Try to stop 'em |
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You could waste your breath |
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You could scream and cuss 'em |
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But there's no use chasing after boys and buses |
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Yeah, there's no use chasing after boys and buses." |
