I don't care
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if there's powder on my nose
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I don't care
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if my hair do is in place
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I've lost
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the very meaning of repose
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I never
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put a mudpack on my face
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Oh who'd have thought
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that I walk in a daze now
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I never go to shows at night
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but just to matinees now
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I see the show
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and home I go
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Once I laughed
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when I heard you saying
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That I'd be playing solitaire
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Uneasy in my easy chair
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It never entered my mind
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Once you told me
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I was mistaken
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That I'd awaken
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with the sun
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And order orange juice for one
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It never entered my mind
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You have what I lack myself
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And now I even have to
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scratch my back myself
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Once you warned me
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that if you scorned me
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I'd sing the maiden's
|
prayer again
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And wish that you were
|
there again
|
To get into my hair again
|
It never entered my mind
|
<Interlude>
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Once you warned me
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that if you scorned me
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I'd sing the maiden's
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prayer again
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And wish that you were
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there again
|
To get into my hair again
|
It never entered my mind
|
It never entered my mind
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It Never Entered My Mind
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| Linda Ronstadt/Nelson Riddle |
