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There's a woman goin' crazy on Caroline street
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Stoppin' every man that she does meet
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Sayin' if you be gentle, if you be sweet
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I'll show you my place on Caroline street
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She claimed in a loud voice to be a dancer
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But I don't think she's cut a rug in years
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Listens to the juke box for her answers
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Slowly guzzles twenty-five cent beers
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Talks about the men she's known and then some
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She's seen them in her dreams and on the street
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She slides her dapper legs from beneath the table
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As if to reveal some kind of treat
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Her lover left her stranded in Jamaica
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And just right now she can't recall his name
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Perceiving she is the center of attention
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And all the lurking eyes they look the same
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Weather's got the shrimpers in a frenzy
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They're horny and don't need a good excuse
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Someone yells and things just start erupting
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In a flash all hell has broken loose
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When I woke up and looked around the bar room
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She was gone and I was black and blue
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So be careful when you go to swing your partner
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`Cause someone might just take a swing at you
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Woman Goin' Crazy On Caroline Street
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Jimmy Buffett |