Rita May, Rita May,
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You got your body in the way.
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You're so damn nonchalant
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But it's your mind that I want.
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You got me huffin' and a-puffin',
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Next to you I feel like nothin',
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Rita May.
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Rita May, Rita May,
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How'd you ever get that way?
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When do you ever see the light?
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Don't you ever feel a fright?
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You got me burnin' and I'm turnin'
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But I know I must be learnin',
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Rita May.
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All my friends have told me
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If I hang around with you
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That I'll go blind
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But I know that when you hold me
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That there really must be somethin'
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On your mind.
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Rita May, Rita May,
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Laying in a stack of hay,
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Do you remember where you been?
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What's that crazy place you're in?
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I'm gonna have to go to college
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'Cause you are the book of knowledge,
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Rita May.
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Rita May
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| Bob Dylan |
