His name's in the paper where he took the boy scouts to hike
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His hands are all dirty from working on our little boy's bike
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The preacher came by and we talked for a minute with him
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Now I'm here in the kitchen and Margie's at the Lincoln Park Inn
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And I know why she's there cause she's been there before
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But he made a promise that he wouldn't cheat anymore
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He tries to ignore it but he knows she's in there my friend
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His mind's on a number and Margie's at the Lincoln Park Inn
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Next Sunday it's his turn to speak to the young people's class
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And they'll expect answers to all of the questions they'll ask
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Oh what would they say if he spoke on a modern day sin
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And all of the Margies at all of the Lincoln Park Inns
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The bike is all fixed and our little boy's in bed asleep
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His little old puppy is curled in a ball at his feet
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And I'm baking cookies to feed to my Bridge Club again
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He's almost out of cigarettes and Margie's at the Lincoln Park Inn
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And I know why she's there
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Margie's At The Lincoln Park Inn
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| Liz Anderson |
