Isn't it a little late
Shouldn't you fly away
Little dove with cigarettes
Show 'em that you can hold your breath
I heard about a girl
Buried her dolls and lost her curls
Painted on lipstick red
Grew herself up and then she'd
Walk into a smoke filled room
Oh no one could keep their eyes off you
Have a little drink or two
Oh how could you be that girl I knew
Walk into a smoke filled room
Little black dress and mama's shoes
Isn't it a bit too soon
Oh how could you be that girl I knew
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