(Elliot Lurie)
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(Dooda-dit-dooda)
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(Dit-dooda-dit-dooda)
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There's a port on a western bay
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And it serves a hundred ships a day
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Lonely sailors pass the time away
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And talk about their homes
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And there's a girl in this harbor town
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And she works layin' whiskey down
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They say Brandy, fetch another round
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She serves them whiskey and wine
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The sailors say, Brandy, you're a fine girl
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(You're a fine girl)
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What a good wife you would be
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(Such a fine girl)
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Yeah, your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea
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(Dooda-dit-dooda)
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(Dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)
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Brandy wears a braided chain
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Made of finest silver from the North of Spain
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A locket that bears the name
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Of the man that Brandy loves
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He came on a summer's day
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Bringin' gifts from far away
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But he made it clear he couldn't stay
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No harbor was his home
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The sailor said, Brandy, you're a fine girl
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(You're a fine girl)
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What a good wife you would be
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(Such a fine girl)
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But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea
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(Dooda-dit-dooda)
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(Dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)
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Yeah, Brandy used to watch his eyes
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When he told his sailor stories
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She could feel the ocean fall and rise
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She saw its ragin' glory
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But he had always told the truth
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Lord, he was an honest man
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And Brandy does her best to understand
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(Dooda-dit-dooda)
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(Dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)
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At night when the bars close down
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Brandy walks through a silent town
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And loves a man who's not around
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She still can hear him say
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She hears him say, Brandy, you're a fine girl
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(You're a fine girl)
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What a good wife you would be
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(Such a fine girl)
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But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea
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(Dooda-dit-dooda)
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(Dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)
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Brandy, you're a fine girl
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(You're a fine girl)
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What a good wife you would be
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(Such a fine girl)
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But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea
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Brandy (You're A Fine Girl)
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| Looking Glass |
