you were fresh off the boat from virginia
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i had a year in new york city under my belt
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we met in a dream
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we were both 19
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i remember where we were standing
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i remember how it felt
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2 little girls growing out of their training bras
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this little girl breaks furniture, this little girl breaks laws
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2 girls together
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just a little less alone
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this little girl cries wee wee
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all the way home
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you were always half crazy, now look at you baby
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make about as much sense as a nursery rhyme
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love is a piano dropped out a four story window
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and you were in the wrong place at the wrong time
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i don't like your girlfriend, yeah i don't like her
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never seen one of your lovers do you so much harm
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i loved you first and you know i would prefer
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if she didn't empty her syringes into your arm
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here comes little naked me padding up to the bathroom door
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to find little naked you slumped on the bathroom floor
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so i guess i'll just stand here with my back against the wall
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while you distilled your whole life down to a 911 call
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[chorus]
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so now you bring me your bruises
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so i can oh and ah at the display
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maybe i'm supposed to make one of my famous jokes that makes everything ok
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maybe i'm supposed to be the handsome prince who rides up and unties your hands
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or maybe i'm supposed to be the furrow-browed friend who thinks she understands
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here comes little naked me......[etc]
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Two Little Girls
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Ani DiFranco |