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I took her on a simple trip |
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To see her husband's family |
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And on the way upon her hip |
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Was laid my head down gently |
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All due respect was meant and all |
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The winds were in agreement |
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That this was answering the call |
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Of awkward and true feeling |
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A fireman here husband was |
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And so to give him duty |
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I duly tried to light a fire |
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Upon his rightful booty |
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But beauty was my treasure then |
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As through the hills I drove her |
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And taught her that another man |
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Could have made love to her |
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Strange is good if it is kept |
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A secret with the "lovers" |
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Who love there mates and love themselves |
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And need the love of others |
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Through the window I could see |
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The fields and clouds all passing |
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As in the passenger position |
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Eleanor was thrashing |
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I stopped the car we got a beer |
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And then eased down the road |
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A little guilt, and some guilt spilt |
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And added to our load |
