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  1. Vaguely Alamosa
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Poor thing (she ran into the window)
I keep it clean (she'd make one lousy kamikaze)
Poor thing (she's brought a lot of bags along)
Her dad's so mean (or so she's saying, she's creating)
Poor thing (she's never seen an ocean)
Her mind is closed (her mind's not working)
She's vaguely Alamosa
She's small town charm with big town fantasy
And each new day I'm coming closer
To throwing it in
To living in sin
Please don't tell me she's all wrong
This feels too good
What should I do about her?
(Get out, get out...)
My head is swimming for sure
(Get out, get out...)
What should I do about her?
She's vaguely Alamosa
She's small town charm with big town fantasy
And each new day I'm coming closer
To throwing it in
To living in sin
Please don't tell me she's all wrong
This feels too good
What should I do about her?
(Get out, get out...)
My head is swimming for sure
(Go, leave now, don't you dare turn around again
Go, leave now, just go don't turn around)
What should I do about her?
Too late, I've fallen for her