She kept the light open, all night long
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For me to come home, and sing her my song
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Oh Debbie Denise was true to me
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She'd wait by the window, so patiently
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And I'd come on home with my hair hanging down
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She'd pin it up, and softly smile
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But I was out rolling with my band
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And I was out rolling with my band
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I never realized, she was so undone
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I didn't suspect she had no life of her own
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She was so true but she was a she
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She was just there I would just come
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Stumbling in she'd show me she'd care
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I didn't care cause she was just there
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But I was out rolling with my band
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And I was out rolling with my band
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I wouldn't come home for weeks at a time
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She wouldn't accept that she was free
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Oh Debbie Denise was true to me
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She'd wait by the window so bitterly
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Wanting me to come close, I guess I noticed
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I couldn't see, so what could I say
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That more affection could I show her
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I had only one thing on my mind
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When I come to her, she'd pin back my hair
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And out past the fields out the window I'd stare
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Where I was out rolling with my band
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I was out rolling with my band
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Debbie Denise
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| Blue Oyster Cult |
