She was late
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to the party
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couldn’t find a thing to wear
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she looks just like Sharon Stone
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Posing for Playboy
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as she reads Voltaire
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One more pretty girl
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crying the tears of a child
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now her boyfriend’s
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trying to con some mafia guys
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on Deuces wild
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‘till they say, "HEY YOU!"
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So he jumps out the window
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throws all the money in the
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back of his Jag
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then they chase him through town
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they’re gonna make him their new punching bag
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But they lose him in jersey
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now he’s with his girl back home
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he says, "I had a little trouble..pack your things
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We’re going to Rome
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I been up all night
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But I’ll sleep on the plane"
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It’s gonna be a brand new life for us, my love
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You’ll wear your white Fake Fur
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in the Vatican Hall...
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You know I told ‘em I don’t take requests
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I gotta get my beauty rest
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so I’ll Sleep on the Plane
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yeah I’ll sleep on the plane....
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Guess I'll sleep on the plane...
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I'll Sleep On The Plane
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| Stephen Bishop |
