(Matraca Berg/Gary Harrison)
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At nine o'clock each morning down on Charlotte Avenue
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The bus driver stops and lets her off
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Before the first shampoo
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Alice started working there when she was just a girl
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And now she mans the second chair
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At Thelma's Cut and Curl
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A trim is just ten dollars and the conversation's free
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She recreates the latest styles of 1963
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With a lipstick-circled cigarette constantly aflame
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She greets all her clientele
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By first and middle names
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And even though that mirror paints a picture much too clear
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She'll mix you up some magic and she'll dye away the years
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And, oh, they come and go so fast
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Don't they, Alice -- Alice in the looking glass
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One time she was married, but now she lives alone
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But there's a little ancient poodle
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Waiting there for her at home
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And she'll tell you all about him like he was her only child
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And rubs her swollen ankles
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While she waits for you to dry
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There's a picture on the mirror there of her at seventeen
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The day that Thelma did her hair when she was football queen
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And, oh, they come and go so fast
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Don't they, Alice -- Alice in the looking glass
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Even though that mirror paints a picture much too clear
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She'll mix you up some magic and she'll dye away the years
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And, oh, they keep coming back
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Don't they, Alice -- Alice in the looking glass
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Alice in the Looking Glass
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| Matraca Berg |
