I was sitting there watching TV
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Wendy came and sat on my knee
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She put her finger in my ear
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But I pulled it out so I could hear
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What the newsman on the television said
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He said the king of rock' n roll was dead
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And in the spooky television light
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She said, "Don't ever forget this night"
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I was fucking Wendy under the stars, the night that Elvis died
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As we walked across the dew wet field
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I never ever thought she would yield
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To my young body's aching desire
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For an older woman's well banked fire
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By the left hand I was led
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To the place that we would make our bed
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And embracing in the blue moonlight
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She said, "Don't ever forget this night"
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I was fucking Wendy under the stars, the night that Elvis died
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She was 31 I was 17
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I found out then what passion could mean
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I thought I loved her but I didn't know how
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I don't love her when I see her now
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With the tape deck turned up loud
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She made a young man feel strong and proud
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And in the coolness of the morning light
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She said, "Don't ever forget this night"
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I was fucking Wendy under the stars, the night that Elvis died
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Wendy Under The Stars
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| The Odds |
