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Deborah was a Catholic girl
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she held out till the bitter end
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Carla was a different type
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she's the one who put it in
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Mary was a black girl
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I was afraid of a girl like that
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Suzen painted pictures
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sitting down like a Buddha sat
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Reno was a nameless girl
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a geographic memory
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Cathy was a Jesus freak
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she liked that kind of misery
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Vicki had a special way
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of turning sex into a song
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Kamala, who couldn't sing,
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kept the beat and kept it strong
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Zilla was an archetype
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the voodoo queen, the queen of wrath
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Joan thought men were second best
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to masturbating in a bath
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Sherry was a feminist
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she really had that gift of gab
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Kathleen's point of view was this
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take whatever you can grab
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Seattle was another girl
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who left her mark upon the map
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Karen liked to tie me up
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and left me hanging by a strap
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Jeannie had a nightclub walk
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that made grown men feel underage
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Mariella, who had a son,
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said I must go, but finally stayed
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Gloria, the last taboo
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was shattered by her tongue one night
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Mimi brought the taboo back
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and held it up before the light
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Marilyn, who knew no shame,
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was never ever satisfied
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Julie came and went so fast
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she didn't even say goodbye
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Rhonda had a house in Venice
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lived on brown rice and cocaine
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Patty had a house in Houston
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shot cough syrup in her veins
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Linda thought her life was empty
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filled it up with alcohol
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Katherine was much too pretty
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she didn't do that shit at all
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Uh-uh, not Kathrine
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Pauline thought that love was simple
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turn it on and turn it off
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Jean-Marie was complicated
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like some French filmmaker's plot
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Gina was the perfect lady
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always had her stockings straight
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Jackie was a rich punk rocker
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silver spoon and a paper plate
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Sarah was a modern dancer
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lean pristine transparency
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Janet wrote bad poetry
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in a crazy kind of urgency
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Tanya Turkish liked to fuck
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while wearing leather biker boots
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Brenda's strange obsession
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was for certain vegetables and fruit
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Rowena was an artist's daughter
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the deeper image shook her up
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Dee Dee's mother left her father
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took his money and his truck
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Debbie Rae had no such problems
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perfect Norman Rockwell home
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Nina, 16, had a baby
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left her parents, lived alone
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Bobbi joined a New Wave band
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changed her name to Bobbi Sox
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Eloise, who played guitar,
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sang songs about whales and cops
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Terri didn't give a shit
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was just a nihilist
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Ronnie was much more my style
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cause she wrote songs just like this
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Jezebel went forty days
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drinking nothing but Perrier
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Dinah drove her Chevrolet
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into the San Francisco Bay
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Judy came from Ohio
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she's a Scientologist
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Amaranta, here's a kiss
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I chose you to end this list.
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88 Lines About 44 Women
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The Nails |