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GIsn't it Ca little late EmShouldn't you Dfly away
GLittle dove Cwith cigarettes EmShow 'em that you can Dhold your Cbreath
GI heard about Ca girl EmBuried her dolls and Dlost her curls
GPainted on Clipstick red EmGrew herself up and Dthen she'd
CWalk into a Emsmoke filled room, oh GNo one could Dkeep their Emeyes off you
CHave a little Emdrink or two, oh GHow could you Dbe that Emgirl I knew
CWalk into a Emsmoke filled room GLittle black Ddress and Emmama's shoes
CIsn't it a Embit too soon, oh GHow could you Dbe that Emgirl I knew
CWalk into a Emsmoke filled room, oh GI believe Dlove will Emfollow you
CIsn't it a Embit too soon, oh GHow could you Dbe that Emgirl I knew
GTake a step Caround the room EmAnd every head Dkeeps turning too
GLittle dove, Cyou fight 'em back EmShow em you're Dso much Cmore than that
GI heard about Ca girl EmBuried her dolls and Dlost her curls
GPainted on Clipstick red EmGrew herself Dup and Cthen she'd
CWalk into a Emsmoke filled room, oh GNo one could Dkeep their Emeyes off you
CHave a little Emdrink or two, oh GHow could you Dbe that Emgirl I knew
CWalk into a Emsmoke filled room GLittle black Ddress and Emmama's shoes
CIsn't it a Embit too soon, oh GHow could you Dbe that Emgirl I knew