She will kiss ya 'til your lip bleeds
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But she will not take her dress off
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Americana, Tropicana
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All the sailor boys have demons
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They sing "Oh Kentucky why did you forsake me
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If I was meant to sail the sea
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Why did you make me
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Should've been with the state
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Oh state.."
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Cause Mary Anne's a bitch
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Mary Anne's a bitch x5
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Does it matter that our anchors
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Couldn't even reach the bottom
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Of a bath tub
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And the sails reflect the moon
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It's such a strange job
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Playing blackjack on the deck
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Still, atop this giant puddle, dressed in white
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We quietly huddle with our missiles
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And we miss the girls back home
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Oh home sweet home
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Cause Mary Anne's a bitch
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Mary Anne's a bitch x5
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She will kiss you 'til your lip bleeds
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But she will not take her dress off
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Americana, Tropicana
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Americana, Tropicana
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Americano, Americana
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Sailor Song
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| Regina Spektor |
