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DI left her somewhere Gin this Amile high town DSaid the muscles and gift but I just Gcan’t gstick Aaround EmAnd she ain’t got no Acomplication She’s just Emgonna colour her hair AAnd improve her station
And DI, I Gjust can’t Aexplain DThe boys on the wall GThey flip a coin into Athe night time DThey’re waiting for the girls who just GWanna hear the Aright lines EmAnd they ain’t got no Acomplication They’re just Emloaded guns with Ano direction
And DI, I Gjust can’t Aexplain No DI, I Gjust can’t Aexplain
EmAll of the working girls Are Atalking about the work they’ve done EmBut all that anyone Awants is to have a little fun
And DI, GI just can’t Aexplain I’m talking to someone He’s tell me about something He says why are you so serious man As if he knows what I’m thinking But I ain’t got the inclination I don’t even have the time for that conversation
Cause I, just can’t explain No I, I just can’t explain And she writes the songs But I sing the words Sometimes I think I could spend All my time with her But then I get that old inspiration And I’m, free spirit on the wind yes to my destination But I, just can’t explain Don’t ask, I just can’t explain