(Written by Nolan Robertson)

Every little thing she does is fancy
All the clothes she wears are so in style
She smokes her fancy cigarets
And talks with all the boys she's met
At all the newest clubs that are so fancy

Almost every night she goes out dancing
At the most exclusive discotheques
She looks as if she's on TV
Or posing in a magazine
Don't you know this girl is oh so fancy

But in her mind, we all know
She is cold and so alone
Her time at home spent beside a quiet telephone
Just waiting for a ring
A call about anything
What drudgery, a life that's lived without a dozen friends beside you

When she is at home she feels so lonesome (all the time)
Lost without a whim to entertain
Her life is just tomfoolery
Her clothes and fancy jewelry
Are all she has to keep her feeling wholesome

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from Indian Summer, released December 18, 2012



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