In the valley the girl waits
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At the back of a caravan
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Wears a dress made of red woll
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For a night on the town with her man
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He is good to her
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He takes care of her
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He holds doors for her
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Settles scores for her
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He does what he can
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Stole a car for the night
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Picked her up for the dance
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Said farewell to their families
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But they'd never come home again
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Shine up your shoes and polish off your cufflinks
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Go dress up for the ball
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In borrowed clothes and fake jewels
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We can bend all the rules
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We wont' go home until they drag us out
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There's a man who runs this place
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Built like a chimney and hits like joe brown
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He's got tabs on all of the girls
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She needs more money to buy her way out
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He ain't shit to her
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Ain't worth the tears to her
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Dares call himself a Christian man
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He only gives us the back of his hand
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How long?
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How long?
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But tonight put on your best dress
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Go dress up for the ball
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With borrowed clothes and fake jewels we can bend all the rules
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We won't go home until they drag us out
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Shine up your shoes and polish off your cufflinks
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Go dress up for the ball
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In borrowed clothes and fake jewels
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We can bend all the rules
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We wont' go home until they drag us out
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The Organ Grinder
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| Murder By Death |
