When I think of you baton rouge
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I think of a mariachi band
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I think of sixteen and a crisp green football field
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I think of a girl I never had
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When I think of you baton rouge
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I think of a back seat in a car
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Windows are foggy and so are we
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as the police asked for our I.D.
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So helpless
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so helpless
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Ooohhh, so helpless
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ooohhh, so helpless
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Ooohhh, so helpless
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so helpless
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Well I once had a car lost it in a divorce
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the judge was a woman of course
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She said give her the car and the house and your taste
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or else I set the trial date
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So now when I think of you baton rouge
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and the deep southern belles with their touch
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I wonder where love ends and hate starts to blush
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in the fields in the swamps in the rush
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In the terra-cotta cobwebs of your mind
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when did you start seeing me as a spider spinning web
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Of malicious intent and you as poor, poor me
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at the fire at the joint, this disinterred and broken mount
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in the bedroom in the house where we were unmarried
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So helpless, so helpless
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so helpless
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So helpless, so helpless
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so helpless
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When was I the villa in your heart
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putting the brake on your start
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you slapped my face and cried and screamed
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that's what marriage came to mean
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The bitterest ending of a dream
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You wanted children and I did not
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was that what it was all about
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You might get a laugh when you hear me shout
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you might get a laugh when you hear me shout
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I wish I had
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So helpless, so helpless
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so helpless
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So helpless, so helpless
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so helpless
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Sometimes when I think of baton rouge
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I see us with two and a half strapping sons
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One and a half flushed daughters preparing to marry
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and two fat grandsons I can barely carry
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Daddy, uncle, family gathered there for grace
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a dog in a barbecue pit goes up in space
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The dream recedes in the morning with a bad aftertaste
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and I'm back in the big city worn from the race of the chase
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what a waste
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So thanks for the card the announcement of child
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and I must say you and Sam look great
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Your daughter's gleaming in that -
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- white wedding dress with pride
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sad to say I could never bring that to you that wide smile
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So I try not to think of baton rouge
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or of a, of a, of a mariachi band
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Or of sixteen and a crisp green football field
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and the girl, and the girl I never had
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So helpless, so helpless
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so helpless
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So helpless, so helpless
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so helpless
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Baton Rouge
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| Lou Reed |
