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Be there at nine on the corner by the old post office wear something red I'll be somewhere, that's what he said He pays to watch He loves to watch Walk for me and make it **** That's what he said She wore a red dress By the post office At nine He watched from the balcony of the apartment complex She was wearing red Eye catching The eye, admiration She walked the avenue, red dress Eyes watching He paced the suspended floor Eyes watching, always watching Find the bag by the burnt bush Take the cash and leave
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Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 11:53 AM UTC
The Drifting Away: On Melancholy Exploits, Forays into Prostitution
Be there at nine on the corner by the old post office wear something red I'll be somewhere, that's what he said He pays to watch He loves to watch Walk for me and make it **** That's what he said She wore a red dress By the post office At nine He watched from the balcony of the apartment complex She was wearing red Eye catching The eye, admiration She walked the avenue, red dress Eyes watching He paced the suspended floor Eyes watching, always watching Find the bag by the burnt bush Take the cash and leave
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Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 11:53 AM UTC
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