dolores
"Dolores was her middle name,
Dangling from a silver chain,
Where'd you learn to talk that way?
I look like James Mason's ghost.
Talking to a friend after school but you don't see,
That she's really looking right at me.
"Dolores was her middle name,
And now her mother's wondering,
If I could see my wrinkled face,
Paint her lovely toenails red,
Tighten all my problems in a secret little book,
Now I know just what we should have done."
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