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I saw her Sunday
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Down by the Breakers
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She drove right by me
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I was stunned to realize
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That she was riding with
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That dime-a-dozen guy
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First they're at the Forum
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Then they're at the drive-in
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I asked my buddies
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And they all said "It's no lie
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She's tearin' up the town
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With that dime-a-dozen guy"
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Guess I was thoughtless, careless too
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I disappeared on her it's true
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Now I realize I wasted something
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That I cared about
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That's why I'm blue
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He's not good-looking
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At least I don't think so
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I just can't figure
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Any earthly reason why
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A girl like her would choose
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That dime-a-dozen guy
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Is there something about him
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That my eyes aren't seeing?
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If I'm not mistaken
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Then there's no way to deny
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That I've been left in the dust
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For a dime-a-dozen guy
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Right now it's feeling pretty grim
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To hang my heart out on this limb
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Now I realize I wasted something
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That I cared about
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And she's with him
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I saw her Sunday
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down by the Breakers
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She drove right past me
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and smiled as she rode by
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Another girl in love
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With a dime-a-dozen guy
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Dime a Dozen Guy
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Marshall Crenshaw |