Al Stewart – Old Compton Street Blues (Guitar)

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 Oh your pictures they don't really do you justice little girl

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For you're careful not to let the camera touch your private world

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And there's just a hint of sadness in your  smile through the dark

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As you slip your dress off slowly for the sailor or the clerk

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And it could have been so different and at times you feel bad

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For you really did have something that the others never had

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And the circle turns and turns and turns so mad

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Little girl

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When you made your mind up first

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That you'd  make it in the movies

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And you couldn't lose the first

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And it took you to the attic

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  Agent

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King holds court

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And his court designs are fully paid up

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  Losers of a sort

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That  you just might get the part

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But you  don't get things for nothing

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And he doesn't want your heart

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And the circle turns and turns and turns  So mad

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Little     girl

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 You made it to the silver screen and  yet you're not a star

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And advertising corsets didn't  get you too far

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But money has its favorites and yours went back to them

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So you modeled in a studio in  Greek

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Street for the rent

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Antonio your lover from afar

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Who put you on the streets to make the money for his car

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And the circle turns and turns and turns so fast little girl

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For they're crumbles now unfaded and were taken long ago

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And that faintly coy expression has now  left without a trace

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Are there's little of it buried in the  ruins of your face

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  Could have been so different and at times you feel that

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For you  really did have something that the others never had

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And the circle turns and turns and turns so much little girl