The seniors threw a party down the end of Dutton Road
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When it was almost cold enough to snow
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None of us could drive then so we had to get a ride
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In the back of someone¡¯s GTO
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She was in the keg line with a yellow plastic cup
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It was like I¡¯d never seen a girl before
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Puffy leather jacket and a healthy head of hair
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With the hair she was six foot four
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I recognized her face right away
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She was the town crotch
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She was good to go anytime
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She was the town crotch
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But I loved her like she was mine
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There¡¯s a lot of things I don¡¯t remember now
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But I remember the town crotch
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I had a pint of So Co in the pocket of my coat
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You can hardly taste the alcohol
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Watched her from a distance but I never said a word
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I was young and I felt so small
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I was no one then, who was I?
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She was the town crotch
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She was good to go anytime
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She was the town crotch
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And I loved her like she was mine
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There¡¯s a lot of things I don¡¯t remember now
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But I remember the town crotch
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We stood around and drank a lot and leaned against the cars
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Tried to beat the Winter, made it just under the wire
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We got drunk and loud under a thousand million stars
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Someone played Steve Miller, someone set some stuff on fire
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The cops came by to bust us so we left the beer and ran
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My head hurt and I couldn¡¯t find my ride
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She pulled up in a Gremlin and she rolled the window down
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She said Hey kid, get inside.
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Then she asked my name and drove me home
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She was the town crotch
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She was good to go anytime
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She was the town crotch
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But I loved her like she was mine
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There¡¯s a lot of things I don¡¯t remember now
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But I remember the town crotch
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The Town Crotch
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| Jonathan Coulton |
