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Who was a good time fun girl She went through her younger life a saint Then at the time of sixteen She got into a new thing She dug the groups and the songs that they were singin' |
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By the groups that came into the town And she no longer cared about her welfare With her leather bags and muskin shoes She acts as if she's nothing to loose And she no longer combs her pretty blond hair |
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But you stay out, - stay out late at night. +CH |
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