I used to see these Scandinavian looking ladies
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All the way down half a crowded block
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And I used to chase those yellow headed ladies
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But it was never you on my block
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I used to press my nose against the stone cold glass
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At Fireside's liquor store
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At the coin-op laundromat, on 15th and Montana
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At sweet Suzy Q's up around the corner
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The way you call to the woods
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Is how the woods call back to you
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I used to hear the front door slam
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I'd run right out into the street
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Doing that crazy dance
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Spinning left to right
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My head in my hands
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My momma left me alone tonight
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And she always said
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The way you call to the woods
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Is how the woods call back to you
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How am I gonna get my work done
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With you looking at me?
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I bring home the bacon
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Fry it up in a pan
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I wear that sweet perfume
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To find myself a better man
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The way you call to the woods
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Is how the woods call back to you
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Scandinavian Ladies
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| Holly Palmer |
