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Isn't it a little late
Shouldn't you fly away
Little dove with cigarettes
Show 'em that you can hold your breath
I heard about a girl
Buried her dolls and lost her curls
Painted on lipstick red
Grew herself up and then she'd
Walk into a smoke filled room
Oh no one could keep their eyes off you
Have a little drink or two
Oh how could you be that girl I knew
Walk into a smoke filled room
Little black dress and mama's shoes
Isn't it a bit too soon
Oh how could you be that girl I knew
Walk into a smoke filled room
Oh I believe love will follow you
Isn't it a bit too soon
Oh how could you be that girl I knew
Take a step around the room
And every head keeps turning too
Little dove, you fight 'em back
Show em you're so much more than that
I heard about a girl
Buried her dolls and lost her curls
Painted on lipstick red
Grew herself up and then she'd
Walk into a smoke filled room
Oh no one could keep their eyes off you
Have a little drink or two
Oh how could you be that girl I knew
Walk into a smoke filled room
Little black dress and mama's shoes
Isn't it a bit too soon
Oh how could you be that girl I knew
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- Bacharach & David: Song Book Collection
- Six Feet Under - Everything Ends
- Platinum Chansons Au Féminin
- We Sing The Blues/New Orleans Our Home Town
- The Minit Records Story
- Straight From The Soul
- Wish Someone Would Care
- Bacharach & David: The Songbook Collection
- After the Rain
- The Rounder Records Story
- The Soul Queen of New Orleans - 50th Anniversary Celebration
- Why Did I Get Married Too? (Motion Picture Soundtrack)
- 50th Anniversary Celebration
- Live at Umbria Jazz
- Montreux Jazz Festival - New Sounds 2006
- Solid Gold Soul: Deep Soul