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I met her at a bar down on 27th street
I was putting down and she was packing heat
I really don’t remember too much about that night
I guess I took her home just to be polite
Got complicated fast too fast to take it slow
Me the can of beer and she the bordeau
I was mr. rock but she just wouldn’t roll
I was all american and she was espanol
CHORUS:
I blinked and she was gone like the furious and fast
I thought it was forever, I guess it couldn’t last
I let her slip away, I blame it on the liquor
She’d be here today if only I’d been quicker
We went back to that bar on 27th street
i guess about a time or two every other week
folks began to notice we seemed unlikely matched
I was all affectionate and she was just detached
I dance slow and easy but she danced on the bar
I liked it in the bedroom she liked it in the car
I was into burgers she liked her Quiche Lorraine
I was into kissing but she was into pain
BRIDGE: I guess we never were a match for her I never was a catch
a bumpy time a little patch an itch we both just had to scratch
CHORUS:
I blinked and she was gone like the furious and fast
I thought it was forever, I guess it couldn’t last
I let her slip away, I blame it on the liquor
She’d still be here today if only I’d been quicker
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