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April Anne with the red bandanna round her head |
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Pretty Anne with the peacock feathered fan said |
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That the sash around her waist turned to lead |
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And her jingle-jangled faggot friend was dead |
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And the wine he spilled stained her pillow red |
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The midnight cowboys came but quickly fled |
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And the whole thing was bringing her down |
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Lady Anne, we danced the fandango on your bed |
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Anne, the Gypsy Woman once said: |
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Let an Easy Rider share your bed |
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But you chose a drunken gigolo instead |
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How were you to know he was ill-bred? |
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Then you sat and cried and hung your head and said |
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That the whole thing was bringing you down |
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April Anne with the red bandanna round her head |
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Pretty Anne with the peacock feathered fan said |
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That the sash around her waist turned to lead |
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And her jingle-jangled faggot friend was dead |
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The midnight cowboys came but quickly fled |
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And the wine he spilled stained her pillow red |
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Oh she let an Easy Rider share her bed |
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But she chose a drunken gigolo instead |
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We danced the fandango around her bed |
