It ain't fair the way you look at me.
Your eyes are softer now then they used to be.
Well baby maybe you may want to dance.
And with legs like mine
and eyes like yours it be a shame
no to take a chance.
To mean things true.
Baby, I could get to knowing you.
And your mama, oh, she may have been right.
There'll come a night.
Stuck in the dead end town
with the same dead end folks.
Sitting at the same seat,
telling the same goddam jokes.
Well baby maybe you may want to dance.
And with legs like mine
and eyes like yours it be a shame
no to take a chance.
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