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I saw her turn her head in a drop-dead gaze
She was peekin' out over the top of those wire-rim shades
Now it wasn't my charm and it wasn't my grin
That had that little secretary, dialed right in
She wasn't lookin' at me, man, she was lookin' at my feet
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