She said, "Baby, get me out of here"
And right then
She said, somethin's come up again
I'll try to call when
I'd quit a job in a New York minute
I'd burn
I try not to think about it, livin' this life
I'd fill your sleep with the sweetest dreams
And I'd make
I've been staring out the window all day
I keep seeing
I get up on Sunday, about eight-fifteen
Just to get the
She drove a red Corvette, he drove a blue Corvette
So
She's as close to perfect as I am far away
She
She was in the middle of an empty dance floor
Wrapped
(Bobby E. Boyd/David Leone)
This small town ain't such a bad
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