Her head rolls back and forth
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against the billows of her long black shiny hair
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As she contemplates the ecstasy
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of some other love that now she wished was there
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If she could only realise that the love I have could beckon her command
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Instead of laughing endlessly and pushing back advances with her hands
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Every night I see her leaves a nightmare of illusions when she's gone
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And it leaves a longing feeling in a man with a pain that lingers on
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The gaudy goodbye can't replace the girlish giggle of her sweet hello
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But tonight I've made my crumbled mind up that I'll never ever let her go
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Too many nights I've watched her tease
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by shifting all her weight from hip to hip
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And with her hands brush back the falling strands
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that cover up her satin lips
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She struts upon the stage and her fallen victims are calling out for more
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But she leaves them stranded helplessly and exits to her dressing room door
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Tonight I'm gonna take her, I've infiltrated past the guarded door
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But she just hurries by me carrying all those scanty costumes that she wore
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And she asks a sawed off cigar smoking cat if he would open up the door
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Then she told him to load the baggage
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because they open tomorrow night in Baltimore
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God' if I have to crawl, I'm gonna be there tomorrow night in Baltimore
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TOMORROW NIGHT IN BALTIMORE
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Roger Miller |