Well, she picked me up in a German car
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And she took me out to an Irish bar
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Where I drank some beer in a plastic cup
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'Til I had some trouble standing up
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And then she drove downtown to a strobe-lit space
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Where all the guys wore chains and the thumping bass
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Was so intense I could barely feel my face
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Then I think I asked her back to my place
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But that's all I recall
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And when I woke up in the hall
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I was alone and softly groaning
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And I lost my keys, and I lost my phone, and
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I wondered what I did or said
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That I might soon regret
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It was the night I can't remember
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With the girl I can't forget
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Well, I was reeling, watching the ceiling spin
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The next evening when my friends walked in
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And when I asked them if they knew where I'd been
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They didn't speak at first; they only grinned
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You see, I'm not the type to get in fights
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But that might not have been the case last night
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Because they heard that I had a word or two
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With the man who asked, "Is she with you?"
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And if I took it the wrong way
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I guess that's not for me to say
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Though it seems I may have slipped up
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When I offered him some grooming tips
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But at least that helps explain
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The cuts and bruises on my head
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From the night I can't remember
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With the girl I can't forget
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And it's all coming back now
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Don't know how to react now
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Guess I'll let it go
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I'm not so sure I want to know
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Well, I was back at work at 9:15
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When a message popped up on my screen
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It said, "Pick me up at 8:45
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And we can give it one more try"
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And now that I'm with her
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The whole thing seems a bit absurd
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Though she never fails to tell the tale
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Of the time she had to post my bail
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And for giving me a second chance
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I'm forever in her debt
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Since the night I can't remember
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She's the girl
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I will never forget
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The Girl I Can't Forget
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Fountains Of Wayne |