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Well I wait for my break
bum a dime and I go for the phone
Say a prayer that she's in
Another that she's there alone
She sits in the dark
Alone with the radio on
She dreams of the places I promise
we haven't gone
When I get home I get kisses
but their not like those wild kind
When there wasn't a Mister and Misses
Just a boy gettin out of line
yeah the one she once called a real good catch
she knows I'm trying to be
Now I wonder if she's got regrets
about the boys that she set free
boys she set free
She's counting her blessings
Lately the number ain't high
She don't got a dress for dancin come Saturday night
She talks about moving
maybe a place down the shore
But her blue grown up eyes say she don't believe anymore
And sometimes I catch her crying
when she's playing those sad movie scenes
I wonder if she hates the boy
she fell for in her teens
yeah the one she once called a real good catch
Lord knows I'm trying to be
Now I wonder if she's got regrets
about the boys that she set free
boys she set free
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