Dolly
Dolly, Dolly, Dolly, Dolly,
I’m telling you that I won’t take your man.
Dolly, dolly, dolly, dolly
I wouldn’t do that, even though I can.
I saw you standing over there,
Talking about some auburn hair,
And eye colour, a shade of emerald green.
I had to write this down for you,
I know what you are going through,
With a man like that, and all that I have seen.
His wandering eyes caught onto mine,
As I was standing in the line,
And I know how much he means to you, Dolly.
Dolly, Dolly, Dolly, Dolly,
I’m telling you that I won’t take your man.
Dolly, dolly, dolly, dolly
I wouldn’t do that, even though I can.
Your beauty is beyond compare,
With long thick curls, of bleach blonde hair,
And eyes, that are bluer than the sea.
And as a friend, you need to know,
He pinned me up against the door,
But I broke free, it’s you I need to see.
I saw you crying at the side,
Of a ‘67’ ford mustang,
I know how hurt you are inside, Dolly.
Dolly, Dolly, Dolly, Dolly,
I’m telling you that I won’t take your man.
Dolly, dolly, dolly, dolly
I wouldn’t do that, even though I can.
Dolly. Dollyyyyyyyyyy
Copyright © Bradley Lane | Year Posted 2024
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