I wrote a letter to a private eye,
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a missing person or a runaway,
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you'll never find her in the U.S.A
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All they got down here is liberty,
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Talked to her brother down in Frisco Bay,
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He ain't seen nuthin' there but cilicone,
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I called her mommy up the ozone way,
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she wouldn't put her on the telephone,
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Chorus:
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Why won't she see me,
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she's not looking well,
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Some girls just like to push thier luck..
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until they wind up.. DOA, DOA, DOA
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I paid a visit to a Dr.J,
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He thought it might have been her cromosome,
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So he put blue jeans in her DNA,
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I guess that's why she's never coming home,
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Spend all my money on her luxuries,
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I guess i'll need a bigger salary,
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Her lonely life is such a mystery,
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I keep her picture in my gallery, ya!
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Chorus:
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Why won't she see me,
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she's not looking well,
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Some girls just like to push thier luck..
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until they wind up.. DOA, DOA, DOA
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Talked to her brother down in Frisco Bay,
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He ain't seen nuthin' there but cilicone,
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I called her mommy up on ozone way,
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she wouldn't put her on the telephone,
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Chrous
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D.O.A.
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| Loverboy |
