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There's a black rotary phone nestled in the shag by your bedIn the shadow of the velvet lampshade, it hasn't rung since '72But still that doesn't stop you from reaching down and answeringThere's no one on the line, no one on the line
Light a candle on the altar for good ole Pastor JackHe's been good to the familyHe buried your 3 husbands without a smileBut you swear you saw him winking at youOver his prayer book last SundayYou swear you saw him smiling at youLight a candle for him
Hair at Marcel's on a Tuesday, scissors working delicatelyWhen you say, "some woman should be so lucky,"He let's slip a grin'Cause in his head he's thinking that 'her' should be a 'him'And in your head you're wishing you were young again
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