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Oh! Girlie Girl!
04:11
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Oh Girlie Girl, I don't know what to say
It's not by accident we always meet this way
Dollar by dollar my money does your dance
You get naked on the table, and I get sweaty hands
I thought you did me wrong
By stringing me along so monetarily
Oh Girlie Girl, I wonder what you do
in the AM when the thugs are through with you
Wherever you hole up to rest your pretty head
I bet the city spreads and scapes before your stinky, sunny bed
I thought you did me bad
I thought you might've had a little more sympathy
And everybody has a favorite, and you're my favorite
And everybody has a vice and you're mine
Everybody has a favorite
You feel better when you have a favorite
Oh Girlie Girl, I saw you out one night
I didn't like the kind of clothes you chose to wear, but that's all right
I was drinking with my lonesome, you were drinking with your friends
And I go back there all the time now, but I haven't seen you since
Your stupid nom de guerre
Is useless anywhere you might run into me
And everybody has a favorite, and you're my favorite
And everybody has a vice and you're mine
Everybody has a favorite
You feel better when you have a favorite
Oh Girlie Girl, I wish I knew what to say
It's not by accident we only meet this way
You get naked on the table and I get sweaty hands
These guys get more and more excited the meaner that you dance
You know that I like you
I think you like me too
You show me mercy
Oh, Girlie Girl
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I Held Her in My Arms
02:41
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3. |
All Around the City
02:48
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Boys come out into the sun
Boys come out to play and run
How long has it been
Since I was one of them
Things haven't been the same since graduation day
All around the city
All around the town
Boys and girls run up the street
Boys and girls run down
Girls come out to run and play
Around the city all the day
I see them in the park
It always breaks my heart
They'll learn too soon the prices they've got to pay
All around the city
All around the town
Boys and girls run up the street
Boys and girls run down
Someone said "Son, the city is yours"
Trash in the alleys, boards across the doors
Well someone should've guessed
I won't take the highway west
If you've got a home you can't let it dry up and blow away
All around the city
All around the town
Boys and girls run up the street
Boys and girls run down
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The Red Squares St. Louis, Missouri
Past their punk years, not quite mods, The Red Squares believe in the power of the power chord, in the militance of melody,
in the righteousness of rhythm.
They play catchy populist rock n' roll and they want to change the world. They are unashamedly geeky, with a wide romantic streak and an unwillingness to talk down to people.
Modern pop action!
This is tomorrow!
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