Well she puts her dancing shoes on every night And comes alive there in the smoke beneath the neon lights And she don抰 like those hurtinsongs Cause she抯 already lived 慹m She don抰 get the blues, she gives 慹m Well she checks her broken heart there at the door She ain抰 looking for romance, she抯 danced that dance before Well I pity the next poor fool that gets caught up in her rhythm Cause she don抰 get the blues, she gives 慹m She抯 been on the losing end of love too many times And she ain抰 gonna go for anything you抳e got in mind So before you start let me impart These few words of wisdom She don抰 get the blues, she gives 慹m She抯 been on the losing end of love too many times And she ain抰 gonna go for anything you抳e got in mind So before you start let me impart These few words of wisdom She don抰 get the blues, she gives 慹m No she don抰 get the blues, lord she gives 慹m
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