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Post by gloaurora on Oct 28, 2007 19:51:57 GMT -5
Take me to the place where the white boys dance Take me to the place where they run and play My baby is gone, you might have a chance Just take me to the place where the white boys dance.
They hug in silence As the sun sets On their empty street Her suspicions, well they’re rising high And the man who sweeps them off she doesn’t meet She walks inside and Pours a strong one To put her mind at ease It’s the calm before another storm And her brain shifts from the whiskey to the keys.
Take me to the place where the white boys dance Take me to the place where they run and play My baby is gone, you might have a chance Just take me to the place where the white boys dance.
Her heart is racing She phones a friend and says “I’m in an awful place That fool's been messing 'round on me I’ve seen it in his eyes and on his face" Hold on a minute, you’re talking crazy Don’t be that jealous, girl Just telephone you need an hour or two 'Cause we’re gonna go and change somebody’s world.
Take me to the place where the white boys dance Take me to the place where they run and play My baby is gone, you might have a chance Just take me to the place where the white boys dance.
It’s the calm before another storm It’s the calm before another storm And her brain shifts from the whisky to the keys.
Take me to the place where the white boys dance Take me to the place where they run and play My baby is gone, you might have a chance Just take me to the place where the white boys dance.
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