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I pinned the corsage through the chiffon I could see through the dress she had on She could tie a cherry knot With the tip of her tongue I'll bring her back by 10 O'clock Don't leave the light on, on, on But I know that record plays all night Angels in Heaven Twirling their curls I'm sixes and sevens My Cigarette Girl Oh, the record played all night I remember coming on strong 'Cause it felt too good to be wrong She's alive! She's bonafide! Singing my song But now I don't tell anyone That feeling's been gone so long And I know that record's all I've got Reeking of Mickeys and my dad's cologne Slept in her doorway, carry me home.... From Letras Mania