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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. |