In my platforms
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I hit the floor
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I fell face down
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it didn't help my brain out
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Then the baby came
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before I found
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the magic highs
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to keep her happy
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I never was the fantasy
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of what you want
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wanted me to be
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Don't judge me so harsh little girl
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so, you got a playboy mommy
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Yeah, well, you just tell those soldiers my name
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From here to Birmingham I got a few friends
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I never was there, was there when it counts
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You get my way
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you're so like me
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'seemed ashamed
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ashamed that I was
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a good friend of American soldiers
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I'll say it loud here by your grave
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those angels can't
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ever take my place
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Don't judge me so harsh little girl
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so, you got a playboy mommy
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Yeah, well, you just tell those soldiers my name
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You want to cross that
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Bridge all on your own
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Little girl they'll do you no harm
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'cause they know
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your playboy mommy
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You just tell 'em my name
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I got a few friends
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Somewhere where the orchids grow
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I can't find those church bells
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that played when you died
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they played Gloria
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we're talkin' bout
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Hosannah
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Don't judge me so harsh little girl
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So, you got a playboy mommy
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Yeah, well, you just tell those soldiers my name
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You want to cross that
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Bridge all on your own
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Little girl they'll do you no harm
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'cause they know
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your playboy mommy
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Well, I'll be home
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Yes, I'll be home
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to take you in my arms
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Playboy Mommy
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Allison Crowe |