she might have been a nice girl if she hadn't had a draggy mother she might have been a good chick
if she hadn't had a rotten father she might have played the right hunch
if she hadn't been so narrow-minded she might have had a whole bunch
if she hadn't been so far behind it
oh does it hurt when you know you can't play it the way that your beau knows
oh does it hurt when you know you can't say it the way that your beau knows
and you know that that's the way that the show goes and you know it really has to go on
she drank the army's red wine
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but she never found a moment's pleasure she smelled the salty sea brine
but she never found the buried treasure she might have played the chords right
but the song was never meant for singing she might have really broke loose
but she never made it past the clinging i can see that it hurts when you know you can't play
it the way that your beau knows
i can see that it hurts when you know you can't say it the way that your beau knows
and you know that that's the way that the show goes and you know it really has to go on
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she may have been a good, good, good girl
a good girl, a good girl
might have been a nice girl, a nice girl
well what can you say, well what can you say about her girl
She might have had her mother and her father's grave
She takes me back to days of fashion show
What can you say
What can you say about a nice girl, a nice girl
A good girl, a good girl
I said a nice girl, a nice girl
She might have had her mother and her father's grave
What can you say
She takes me back to days of fashion show
What can you say