| Downtown girls look pretty in the bar lights
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| Downtown girls look pretty after hours
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| They look like trouble and they taste like gin
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| But they smell like dogwood flowers
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| Downtown girls, man, they’re all the same at heart
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| They’re just goin' through the motions
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| They’ll call you handsome if you buy them a drink
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| They’re as empty as a Valentine’s Day without the roses
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| Downtown girls are gonna hurt you
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| They only care about themselves
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| Downtown girls are gonna desert you
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| And leave you feelin' sorry for yourself
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| A downtown girl’s like a card game
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| She can bluff a mean twenty-one
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| I’d sneak her in to all my favorite bars
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| She can lie to your face through a smile, oh I should’ve seen it comin'
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| Downtown girls are gonna hurt you
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| They only care about themselves
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| Downtown girls are gonna desert you
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| And leave you feelin' sorry for yourself
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| A downtown girl, man, she could have been the one
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| If it was only me she’d chosen
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| She’s got these eyes that can turn stars to stone
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| The only problem is she knows it
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| Downtown girls are gonna hurt you
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| They only care about themselves
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| Downtown girls are gonna desert you
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| And leave you feelin' sorry for yourself
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| Downtown girls are gonna hurt you
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| They only care about themselves
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| Downtown girls are gonna desert you
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| And leave you feelin' sorry for yourself
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| Aw yeah well… |