Doreen

Well when I first met Doreen she was barely 17
 She was drinking whiskey sours in the bar
 And the way she tossed them back I nearly had a heart attack
 Cause as it is I let her drive my car
 We were galloping through the Burroughs like a pair of horny thoroughbreds
 Until I said stop the car Doreen
 And you can roll your eyes and nod but I swear that I saw God
 In the moonlight on a side street in the wreckage we call Queens
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 Doreen, Doreen
 Last night I had an awful dream
 You were lying in the arms of a man I'd never seen
 Come clean
 Doreen
 Come clean
 Doreen
 We were rolling into Cleveland in a seven seater tour van
 There's 8 of us and I'm sleeping on the floor
 And the guy who plays the banjo keeps on passing me the Old Crow
 It multiplies my sorrow I can't take it anymore
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 Now I'm begging and I'm pleading, well pull over guys I'm bleeding
 There's a Fina off the highway with a phone
 And I'm calling you Doreen and it rings and rings and rings
 Where is it that you are if you're not in our bed at home?
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