| There's a port on a western bay
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| And it serves a hundred ships a day
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| Lonely sailors pass the time away
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| And talk about their homes
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| And there's a girl in this harbor town
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| And she works layin' whiskey down
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| They say "Brandy, fetch another round"
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| She serves them whiskey and wine
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| The sailors say, "Brandy, you're a fine girl
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| (You're a fine girl)
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| What a good wife you would be
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| (Such a fine girl)
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| Yeah, your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea"
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| Brandy wears a braided chain
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| Made of finest silver from the north of Spain
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| A locket that bears the name
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| Of a man that Brandy loved
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| He came on a summer's day
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| Bringing gifts from far away
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| But he made it clear he couldn't stay
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| No harbor was his home
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| The sailor said, "Brandy, you're a fine girl
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| (You're a fine girl)
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| What a good wife you would be
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| (Such a fine girl)
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| But my life, my love and my lady is the sea"
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| Yeah, Brandy used to watch his eyes
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| When he told his sailor's story
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| She could feel the ocean fall and rise
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| She saw its raging glory
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| But he had always told the truth
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| Lord, he was an honest man
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| And Brandy does her best to understand
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| At night when the bars close down
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| Brandy walks through a silent town
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| And loves a man who's not around
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| She still can hear him say
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| She hears him say, "Brandy, you're a fine girl
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| (You're a fine girl)
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| What a good wife you would be
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| (Such a fine girl)
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| But my life, my love and my lady is the sea
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| It is, yes, it is"
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| "Brandy, you're a fine girl
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| (You're a fine girl)
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| What a good wife you would be
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| (Such a fine girl)
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| But my life, my love and my lady is the sea
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| It is, it is, yes, it is" |