"Girl From The Pawnshop" lyrics
"Girl From The Pawnshop"
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With pawnshop eyes and a second-hand frown
She sat silent at the table
Her boots were brown
Should she leave town?
To play the role of the lover expatriot
A nod to the waiter, always a flirty behavior
She always got around on the house
She gets out a letter from a page under her sweater
And before she breathes, she strains her blouse
There a passion in being alone
A prison of hopeless doubt
There's no new cross, no more to your side
Only the sun and the changing tide
When by the respect, I must confess
I've never lost your number
I never lost your address
And if we remain friends at best
Sometime, someday, not yet
We will smile and remember nights like this
She folds the letter away
Pays the tab, gets on her way
To the evergreen and four walls of her adulthood
Walking down a lonely street, she imagines his heartbeats
While trying to forget his neighborhood
There's no new cross, no more to your side
Only the sun and the changing tide
And if we remain friends at best
Sometime, someday, not yet
We will smile and remember nights like this
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