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I talk about my struggles with her Sister While she bounces lemonade in a jug The old fashion-way And serves me some in a champagne Glass She hangs her clothes on department Store racks With Picasso leaning on a wall She doesn't have a phone And neither does her boyfriend   They never met on one But she uses one to call me on a Friday Night when I'm Alone We drive downtown to Wazee's with Two punk rockers They order a pitcher of beer And tell us they'll be back in a few - A few is a long concept to them We pay the tab And walk up 15th street to Colfax to Grant Where she decides to see her boyfriend She says she'll buy a ball so we can Shoot some hoop Jazz on Jeanie, Jazz on!
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Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 4:57 PM UTC
Jeanie
I talk about my struggles with her Sister While she bounces lemonade in a jug The old fashion-way And serves me some in a champagne Glass She hangs her clothes on department Store racks With Picasso leaning on a wall She doesn't have a phone And neither does her boyfriend   They never met on one But she uses one to call me on a Friday Night when I'm Alone We drive downtown to Wazee's with Two punk rockers They order a pitcher of beer And tell us they'll be back in a few - A few is a long concept to them We pay the tab And walk up 15th street to Colfax to Grant Where she decides to see her boyfriend She says she'll buy a ball so we can Shoot some hoop Jazz on Jeanie, Jazz on!
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Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 4:57 PM UTC
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