Far and away where the waves unwind
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And the toothy rock crashes
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Wet ankled women with splashed salty hems
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Clear their throtes and bat eyelashes
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They're the sirens and their silver breath
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Makes the sailor's favorite sound
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But if you hear that siren song
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My friend you're sure to drown
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They drive them sailors crazy (ooh la la!)
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And leave them wanting more
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Those red lipped ladies in their Siren Dresses
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They draw you through the door
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Far and away where the neon light
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Lays languid on the bar room floor
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Bright sashed sirens with their second guesses
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Have a bite worse than their roar
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They drive them sailors crazy (ooh la la!)
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And leave them wanting more
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Those red lipped ladies in their Siren Dresses
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They draw you through the door...
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If you go down to the ocean
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Put your money in your sock
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'cause those red lipped ladies in their Siren Dresses
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Wreck a man upon the rocks
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If you go down to the ocean
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If you go down to the sea
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Find a red lipped lady in a Siren Dress
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And bring her back for me
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They drive them sailors crazy (ooh la la!)
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And leave them wanting more
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Those red lipped ladies in their Siren Dresses
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They draw you through the door...
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Siren Dresses
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