i stood beside the rain today
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and i twisted out my shirt
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she's a cooly you could say
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when she gets down to the dirt
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she puffs her pillow up so high
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it's like she's hanging in the sky
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she claims it was some crazy guy
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who taught her how to hurt
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and kept her so alert
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i felt so under sideways down
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when she showed me all her prints
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i could not help but feel confused
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when she threw that heavy hint
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she pulled out all her magzaines
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she spread them out like chocolate dreams
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her eyes were shooting dagger beams
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she changed into her silk
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i stood there drinking milk
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i could leave or stay
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makes no difference either way
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she said don't listen to her words
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as if they were all dead
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she said she never made decisions
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but the last thing that she said
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just before she turned the bed
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she said i could leave or stay
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Leave Or Stay
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| The Cars |
