There's this lyric that's been in my head all day. I've got to get rid of it. My hope is that by posting here it might just float off. Anyway, this from a hot song on a hot album.
Mary's crying 'cause she can't hold water
and her clothes don't fit her right.
She used to say that she wanted a daughter,
now she only wants a Saturday night.
Is it better than 'Chicago Promenade'?
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