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Falling in Love
She wanted to be a cowboy
She was shootin' 'em down
She was tramping around
He walked in crooked
With the clear blue eyes
"There's a nice pool at my motel
You wanna go for a swim?"
That night he moved in
The time between meeting
And finally leaving
Is sometimes called falling in love
The time between meeting
And finally leaving
Is sometimes called falling in love
At night she'd wait for the sound
Of his feet on the doormat
The sound of his hand on the doorknob
The sound of her heart
Beating in her head
He'd go out playing nickel slots
Cause he knew he'd lose
She didn't know, so she couldn't choose
One night while sleeping alone in her bed
The phone rang, she woke up
She sat up and said
"What time is it? What time is it?"
"Well it's 5:30 here and it's 2:30 there
And I won't be home tonight" he said
The time between meeting and finally leaving
Is sometimes called falling in love
The time between meeting and finally leaving
Is sometimes called falling in love
Now she sits in a booth in a diner
Waiting for someone to take her order
Waiting for someone to come in and sit down
She rubs the smudge off the photograph
And puts it back into her purse
The grey sky was romantic
Cause he was holding her hand
He was her man
The time between meeting and finally leaving
Is sometimes called falling in love
The time between meeting and finally leaving
Is sometimes called falling in love
Some times called falling in love
She wanted to be a cowboy
She was shootin' em down
She was tramping around
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