The other day on the radio
talking ‘bout dirt left on the scene by a blue jean
And they think that they got it all
figured out, but they don’t
Pull up a chair, light up a smoke
Standing outside your window
singing like they want them to
don’t take me now don’t take me
Read it in a magazine
You can live like you want with a pretty face
This culture thinks that they do it all
Just for her, but they don’t
don’t take me now don’t take me
Pull up a chair. light up a smoke
Standing outside your window
singing like they want them to
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