Beauty queen of only eighteen She had some trouble with herself He was always there to help her She always belonged to someone else. I drove for miles miles And wound up at your door I`ve hay you so many times but somehow I want more *I don`t mind spending everiday Out on your corner in the poring rain Look for the girl with the broken smile Ask her if she wants to stay awhile And she will be loved And she wil be loved* Tap on mi

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