She's just a secretary
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At a small recording firm
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When it comes to music
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There ain't nothing she can't learn
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And everything she lives and breathes
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Is written on an album sleeve
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She can tell you who's hot
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Who will make it and who will not
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[Chorus:]
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She loves to hear the music
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She's got every lyric down
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She loves to hear them say
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She's got the greatest ears in town
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Hangs around a studio
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Ain't a rock star she don't know
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Sometimes they take her home
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But she always wakes up alone
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Men that want to marry her
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Never satisfied
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In rythms that she hears
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All that keeps her high
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So they turn around and go
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And leave her by her radio
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She didn't love 'em anyway
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Not like she loves the men who play
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[Chorus]
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She's there at every studio
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The first to come, the last to go
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Sometimes they take her home
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But she always wakes up alone
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Years will not be kind to her
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Her world is for the young
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Bands that played so tightly and knit
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Will soon become unstrung
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She'll be just another face
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Out of town and out of place
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When the songs revive again
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She'll come to life and tell them when
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[Chorus]
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She could of been somebody's wife
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Music men destroyed her life
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Each night she took one home
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But she always woke up alone
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She Loves To Hear The Music
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Cher |