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posted by lisa at 11:33 PM
"Factory Girl"So, the factory girl she listensfor the sound of her daddy's enginetill the work bell sounds and she leaves townOh, the summer's here are hotAll she seems to do is work and sleepI wish that she was still with youNow you don't know where she isLying in her mother's bedOr who she's sleeping with.Oh, the kids will laugh at herCause she seems so sweet and pureOh, I took this shift because of her.Oh, I've never said a wordI once smiled and looked at herTill the shift-boss said 'Get back to work.'Now you don't know where she isOr who's bed she's sleepin' inOr what man she's sleeping with. WHISKEYTOWN
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"Factory Girl"
So, the factory girl she listens
for the sound of her daddy's engine
till the work bell sounds and she leaves town
Oh, the summer's here are hot
All she seems to do is work and sleep
I wish that she was still with you
Now you don't know where she is
Lying in her mother's bed
Or who she's sleeping with.
Oh, the kids will laugh at her
Cause she seems so sweet and pure
Oh, I took this shift because of her.
Oh, I've never said a word
I once smiled and looked at her
Till the shift-boss said 'Get back to work.'
Now you don't know where she is
Or who's bed she's sleepin' in
Or what man she's sleeping with.
WHISKEYTOWN
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