Smokie – Poor Lady Midnight Baby (Guitar)

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I met a girl in L.A. and she seemed alright to me,

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She said she'd give me loving and she said it would be free,

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She told me she would call me or leave a message at the door,

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And left me wondering what I was in for.

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By the next time that I saw her I had clean forgot her name

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And without her fancy make-up she just didn't look the same,

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So I totally ignored her and she sadly turned away,

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And through sympathy I told her she could stay.

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Oh poor lady, midnight baby,

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No one wants your love at all,

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Oh poor lady, midnight baby,

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Now you're heading for a fall,

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And you really think your're something,

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you know all the things to do

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But poor lady, just a baby,

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There's a hundred more like you.

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Now for two weeks more she was at my door,

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She would stay with me for days,

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As a lover she was frightening in so many different ways,

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But when it came to conversation she was totally absurd,

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Oh she'd sit for hours and never say a word.

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Oh poor lady, midnight baby,

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No one wants your love at all,

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Oh poor lady, midnight baby,

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Now you're heading for a fall,

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And you really think your're something,

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you know all the things to do

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But poor lady, just a baby,

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There's a hundred more like you.

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She spends her days in different ways, still trying to be hip,

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And at night she'll find she'll lose her mind, at a club along the strip,

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When her money goes she always knows she got something she can sell,

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It's the one thing that she really can do well.

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Oh poor lady, midnight baby,

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No one wants your love at all,

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Oh poor lady, midnight baby,

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Now you're heading for a fall,

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And you really think your're something,

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you know all the things to do

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But poor lady, just a baby,

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There's a hundred more like you.