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Doreen - Old 97's
When I first met Doreen
She was barely seventeen
She was drinking
Whiskey sours in the bar
The way she tossed 'em back
I would've had a heart attack
But as it is I let her drive my car
We galloped through the boroughs
Like a pair of horny thoroughbreds
Until I said"Stop the car Doreen"
Well you can roll your eyes and nod
But I swear that I saw God
In the moonlight on a side
Street in the wreckage we call Queens
Doreen Doreen Last night
I had an awful dream
You were laying in the arms
Of a man I'd never seen
Come clean Doreen
Come clean Doreen
Well I'm pulling into Cleveland
In a seven-seater tour van
There's eight of us
So I'm sleeping on the floor
The guy that plays the banjo
Keeps on handing me the Old Crow
Which multiplies my sorrow
I can't take it anymore
Doreen Doreen last night
I had an awful dream
You were laying in the arms of a man
I'd never seen
Come clean Doreen
Come clean Doreen
Now I'm begging and
I'm pleading
"Well pull over guys
I'm bleeding
There's a Fina off
The highway with a phone"
I'm calling you Doreen
But it rings and rings and rings
Where is it that you are
If you aren't in our bed at home
Doreen Doreen last night
I had an awful dream
You were laying in the arms of a man
I'd never seen
Come clean Doreen
Come clean Doreen
Doreen last night I had an awful dream
You were laying in the arms of a man
I'd never seen
Come clean Doreen
Come clean Doreen
Come clean Doreen
Come clean Doreen