Downtown
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My darling dimestore thief
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In the War of Independence
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Rock 'n Roll rang sweet as victory
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Under neon signs
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A girl was in bloom
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And a woman was fading
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In a suburban room
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I said, "Take me to the dance"
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"Do you want to dance?"
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"I love to dance"
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And I told him, "They don't take chances
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They seem so removed from romance"
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"They've been broken in churches and schools
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And molded to middle class circumstance"
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And we were rolling, rolling, rock n' rolling
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Downtown
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The dance halls and cafes
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Feel so wild you could break somebody's heart
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Just doing the latest dance craze
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Gail and Louise
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In those push-up brassieres
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Tight dresses and rhinestone rings
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Drinking up the band's beers
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Young love was kissing under bridges
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Kissing in cars, kissing in cafes
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And we were walking down Main Street
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Kisses like bright flags hung on holidays
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"In France they kiss on Main Street"
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"Amour, mama, not cheap display"
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And we were rolling, rolling, rock n' rolling
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Downtown
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In the pinball arcade
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With his head full of pool hall pitches
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And songs from the hit parade
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He'd be singing "Bye, Bye, Love"
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While he's racking up his free play
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Let those rock 'n roll choir boys
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Come and carry us away
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Sometimes Chickie had the car
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Or Ron had a car
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Or Lead Foot Melvin with his hot-wire head
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We'd all go looking for a party
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Looking to raise Jesus up from the dead
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And I'd be kissing in the back seat
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Thrilling to the Brando-like things that he said
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And we'd be rolling, rolling, rock n' rolling
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In France They Kiss On Main Street
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| Joni Mitchell |
