Oooh baby, I love you
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It's saturday night
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Don't it feel like a Sunday in some ways
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If you had any sense
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You'd maybe go away, for a few days
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And be that as it may
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You can only say, that you love me
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You are just a young girl
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You're working your way thru the phoneys
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And coffee on, well milk's gone
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It's a sad light unfading
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And you're self, you touch
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Ooh not too much, baby
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They say it's degrading
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Your friends they are making
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A pop star or two every evening
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And you know that seems backward,
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They can't see the patterns they're weaving
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Your skin's so light
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You'd like maybe to go to bed soon
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So just close your eyes
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If you're to rise up before noon
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And high heels and car wheels
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Yeah, the losers, they are groovin'
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Yeah
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Ohh, your dreams, strange things
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Images are moving.
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All around
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Young girl blues
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It's Saturday night
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Don't it feel like a Sunday in some ways
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If you had any sense
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You'd be there lady, awww baby for a few days
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And be that as it may
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Well you can only say that I'm so lonely
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And you are just a young girl
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You're working your way
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Just a young girl
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Young girl blues
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Young girl blues
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Watch out for the phoneys
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I say, you are just a young girl!
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ooh yeah
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You are just a young girl!
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ooh yeah baby
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You're just working your way
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You're just working your way
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Through the phoneys, yeah
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You've got the young girl blues
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You've got the young girl blues
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Young Girl Blues
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Sammy Hagar |