| City girls are all the same,
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| They play you like a pin ball game,
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| Oh what a summer.
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| Making love to make believe,
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| They’re hearts will run right up their sleeves,
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| Oh what a summer,
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| To lye under violet or the guys that ask for your number,
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| Oh would you wonder?
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| Why?
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| If I made a hundred dollars for the chance to see you cry,
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| And a hundred more to see you cry again instead of singing.
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| No, no-bodies warmer to the touch that I much you’ll never
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| No, no, anything is cold as the heart of a city girl.
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| This imaginary friend,
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| Cant remember he’s pretend.
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| Oh what a summer,
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| To lye, under knee on the glass will be me as I ask for your number,
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| Oh would you wonder?
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| Why?
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| If I paid a hundred dollars for the chance to see you cry,
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| And a hundred more to see you cry again instead of singing.
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| No, no-bodies warmer to the touch that I much you’ll never
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| No, no, anything is cold as the heart of a city girl.
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| As the heart of a city girl
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| As the heart of a-
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| We took a hammer and chisel to the corner stone,
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| Cause the building had to come down.
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| And it showed more pretty than practical,
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| For to satisfy the city girls around.
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| Ohhh, its beautiful, but it fell to soon, took a few good men and left these
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| city guys.
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| Who would play a hundred dollars for the chance to see you cry and a hundred
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| more to see you cry again instead of singing,
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| no, no-bodies warmer to the touch that I much youll never
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| no, no, anything is cold as the heart of a city girl. |