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She was sixteen going on fifty
I'm not quite sure exactlywhat that means
But her speakers screamed Sinatraand the Zombies
Her hair hung red around herripped blue jeans
She said she was Jim Morrisonincarnate
A psychic on La Brea told her so
She asked me if I ever read Lolita
She took my hand and lead me toher door
And she said ...
Let's go to my room
I'll show my posters
Let's go to my room
I'll show you I'm a lover
She locked the door behind me
She lit a candle
Then blew it out said the moonwould do just fine
The lizard king and T. Rex for wallpaper
Above her bed hung a
No-
Parking sign
She asked me if I liked herdecorator
As she stripped behind a wall ofraining beads
I woke up with her pillow and herdiary
She took her bath as I began toread
And she said ...
Let's go to my room
I'll show you my posters
Let's go to my room
I'll show you I'm a lover
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