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When I saw you for the first time,
Shades, brown hair and a tight, black suit,
I thought you'd say that you had children,
And try to ease yourself away-
Hard as that may be for some,
It happens all the time-
On the "cottonpickin' spot", "bullseye" down in Florida
Once I had a teacher who didn't want my love-
She was just as kind as anyone, giving of her heart and soul-
And then there was a pretty boy,
Who wrote such pretty song and dance,
And I cried to him one night
If he would just give me a chance-
But he sang of disillusion
And he mustered up the fire-
Into a greasy frying pan, electrifying silver shine!
I saw him in the bar one night-
Holding her so sweet and tight-
They're all "a dime a dozen"-
Just another lonely night.