| She came down from Cincinnati
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| It took her three days on the train
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| Lookin’for some peace and quiet
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| Hoped to see the sun again
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| But now she lives down by the ocean
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| She’s takin’care to look for sharks
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| They hang out in the local bars
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| And they feed right after dark
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| Can’t you feel 'em circlin', honey
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| Can’t you feel 'em swimmin’around
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| You got fins to the left, fins to the right
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| And you’re the only bait in town
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| Oh oh Oh oh You got fins to the left, fins to the right
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| And you’re the only girl in town
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| She’s saving up all of her money
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| Wants to head it south in May
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| Maybe roll in the sand with a rock 'n'roll man
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| Somewhere down Montserrat way
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| But the money’s good in the season
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| Helps to lighten up her load
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| Boys keep her high as the months go by She’s getting postcards from the road
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| Can’t you feel 'em closin’in, honey
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| Can’t you feel 'em schoolin’around
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| You got fins to the left, fins to the right
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| And you’re the only girl in town
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| Sailed off to Antigua
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| It took her three days on a boat
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| Lookin’for some peace and quiet
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| Maybe keep her dreams afloat
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| But now she feels like a remora
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| 'Cause the school’s still close at hand
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| Just behind the reef are the big white teeth
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| Of the sharks that can swim on the land
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| Can’t you feel 'em circlin', honey
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| Can’t you feel 'em schoolin’around
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| You got fins to the left, fins to the right
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| And you’re the only bait in town
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| You got fins to the left, fins to the right
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| And you’re the only girl in town |