She let her hair down long and low
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And fumbled through her bag to find,
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The things she'd left behind because
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Goldfish, never live to be that old
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And swimming by you startled my old heart just like a box of jack
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But don't call for tricks dear
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Give me some cold cheer
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And Explain to me why reality is as dirty as your knobby knees
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But check to see how lovely it is
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Don't take my word as what it is
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To take from me and give to you is what I've always longed to do
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Believe me when I say that this is true
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And float right by on your little eye as simply as a butterfly
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But don't call for tricks dear
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Give me some cold cheer
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And explain to me why reality is as dirty as your knobby knees
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But check to see how lovely it is
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Just Check to see how lovely it is
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Just check to see how lovely it is
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She Let Her Hair Down
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| Theresa Sokyrka |
