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• Artiste: Old 97's
• Titre: Doreen
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When i first met doreen She was barely seventeen. She was drinking whiskey sours in the bar. The way she tossed 'em back I would've had a heart attack. But as it is i let her drive my car. We galloped through the boroughs Like a pair of horny thoroughbreds, Until i said, "stop the car, doreen." Well you can roll your eyes and nod But i swear that i saw god, In the moonlight on a side street in the wreckage we call queens. Doreen, doreen, last night i had an awful dream. You were laying in the arms of a man i'd never seen. Come clean doreen. come clean doreen. Well i'm pulling into cleveland In a seven-seater tour van. There's eight of us, so i'm sleeping on the floor. The guy that plays the banjo Keeps on handing me the old crow, Which multiplies my sorrow, i can't take it anymore. Doreen, doreen, last night i had an awful dream. You were laying in the arms of a man i'd never seen. Come clean doreen. come clean doreen. Now i'm begging and i'm pleading, "well pull over guys, i'm bleeding. There's a fina off the highway with a phone." I'm calling you doreen, But it rings and rings and rings. Where is it that you are, if you aren't in our bed at home. Doreen, doreen, last night i had an awful dream. You were laying in the arms of a man i'd never seen. Come clean doreen. come clean doreen.