(Burton Cummings)
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She might have been a nice girl
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If she hadn¡¯t had a draggy mother
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She might have been a good chick
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If she hadn¡¯t had a rotten father
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She might have played the right hunch
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If she hadn¡¯t been so narrow-minded
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She might have had a whole bunch
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If she hadn¡¯t been so far behind it
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Oh does it hurt when you know you can¡¯t play it the way that your beau knows
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Oh does it hurt when you know you can¡¯t say it the way that your beau knows
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And you know that that¡¯s the way that the show goes
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And you know it really has to go on.
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She drank the army¡¯s red wine
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But she never found a moment¡¯s pleasure
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She smelled the salty sea brine
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But she never found the buried treasure
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She might have played the chords right
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But the song was never meant for singing
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She might have really broke loose
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But she never made it past the clinging
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I can see that it hurts when you know you can¡¯t play it the way that your beau knows
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I can see that it hurts when you know you can¡¯t say it the way that your beau knows
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And you know that that¡¯s the way that the show goes
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And you know it really has to go on.
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She Might Have Been a Nice Girl
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The Guess Who |