rockstar 69

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i married a rockstar in june 69'
he smoked ultra reds all day and night
he loved me hard and hurt me harder
i loved him most, never a barter

he sang for me, danced for me
soaked me in keys of black and blue
i was his girl, he's toy, his machine
no time for a break through

i swang high with my head full of lights
men can be angry but so can i
so i left him where i found him
on the stage in 69'

i met a subtle man, had a little girl, and found peace of mind.

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