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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeMary Jane’s Last Dance
She grew up in an Indiana townHad a good lookin' mama who never was aroundBut she grew up tall and she grew up rightWith them Indiana boys on an Indiana nightWell she moved down here at the age of 18She blew the boys away, it was more than they'd seenI was introduced and we both started groovin'She said, "I dig you baby but I got to keep movin'"...on, keep movin' onRefrão:Last dance with Mary JaneAOne more time to kill the painI feel summer creepin' in and I'mATired of this town againWell I don't know but I've been toldYou never slow down, you never grow oldI'm tired of screwing up, I'm tired of bein' downI'm tire of myself, I'm tired of this townOh my my, oh hell yesHoney put on that party dressBuy me a drink, sing me a song,Take me as I come 'cause I can't stay longRepete o RefrãoThere's pidgeons down in Market SquareShe's standin' in her underwearLookin' down from a hotel roomNightfall will be comin' soonOh my my, oh hell yesYou've got to put on that party dressIt was too cold to cry when I woke up aloneI hit the last number, I walked to the roadRepete o Refrão
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