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Emancipated minor Well directed, brilliantly casted Riding a Greyhound down to the city With her fake I.D. and a hell of a little hand basket Little game of seesaw, then he came to claim her And then a sordid line formed behind him Reproductive system newly activated She participated in nature's plan, she participated And I can't say I envy her, I don't think I miss it Wrought iron cobwebbing over thin windowpanes The city seducing you on tiptoe to kiss it Don't think twice, just roll the dice, roll the dice So she attended the dance classes and she learned the little dance And she tried the high heels but she couldn't bring herself to prance All the while a faint ticking in the silence between the songs Just south of her gut two tiny time bombs And love comes in many forms and for each she would yearn Hungry as a student, hunger to learn Every flavor of person, every species of intent With the body pulsing at the center detent But all the good graffiti got painted over in time She watched the last faceless chain replace the last five and dime And she wondered if the only noble thing Ain't to just to get a big garden and plant it in the spring Kiss the city goodbye in some big graceful gesture And focus on the moon's groove, groove with the moon Focus on the moon's groove and groove with the moon Focus on the moon's groove, groove with the moon And I can't say I envy her, I don't think I miss it Wrought iron cobwebbing over thin windowpanes The city seducing you on tiptoe to kiss it Don't think twice, just roll the dice, roll the dice Roll the dice, roll the dice |
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