(Original by Ryan Adams )
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Well night time let her through
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Yeah I am talking to you
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I wanna see her
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Precious little thing
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with eyes that dance around without their clothes
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So buy a pretty dress
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Wear it out tonight
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For anyone you think could out do me
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Or better still, be my winding wheel
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Cause I feel just like a map
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Without a single place to go of interest
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And I am further north than south
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If I could shut my mouth she'd probably like this
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So buy a pretty dress
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And wear it out tonight
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For all the boys you think could out do me
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Or better still, be my winding wheel
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Be my winding wheel
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Well the children laugh and sing a song that ushers in her driving rain
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And I am standing in the station like some old record waiting on a train
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So buy a pretty dress
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Wear it out tonight
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For anyone you think could out do me
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Or better still be my winding wheel
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Be my winding wheel
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My Winding Wheel
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