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You and your fast car, c'mon and slow downPretty little thing caught your eye in her summer gownI saw a sickle shaped moon flying high as Orion's beltI'm tired, tattered, torn, Oh well, what now?
After all your alcohol and one night standsDo you really feel like a man? Like a man?
Wipe your hands on that party dress, ooo babeIt was a waste of money, anywayMake an escape, perhaps greater than your entranceSo fashionably late
After all your alcohol and one night standsWho would want to have your hand? Have your hand?
My memories of you will always dance to the tune of"Alison, my aim is true"
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