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I might look like kind of girl,who just fell off the turnip truck,but its really not that wayI've got piles of living that I've donethough my feet may seem completelyon the ground let me assure youthat baby, I've been around
It's not the years, it's the milesand the tears and the trialsof life that are killing meand though I cant look awayI'm weary todayof things that once would be thrilling memaybe this is just isn't my seasonbut I just cant see the reasonfor plying my feminine wilesit's not the years its the miles
It's been funny I supposeI dropped acid with the EskimosI ran naked through the streets of old BombayI've been in jail, on the looseI slipped from the hangman's noosedo the scars on my neck give me away?But I never had some much fun (my darlings)as when my wandering round was doneI'm standing still and I'm all smilesit's not the years its the miles
once there as time when I was ableto drink ten sailors under the tablebut it soon becomes a bore,when your name is on the lipsof every sailor that wanders ashore
Now you know where I'm atI'm hanging up my hathey the money wasn't even all that goodbut I tell you my thesiswhen I pick up the piecesthey'll go back together like they shouldmaybe I'm nearly half insanebut you won't never hear me complain'cause that was never my styleIt's not the years it's the miles
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