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By: jimmy buffett

1975

She's got a ballpark figure

He's got a ballpoint pen

They travel around for weeks at a time

Writin' down descriptions of the places they been



She plays guitar but nothin' fancy

With no intention of becomin' a star

Only thing that's botherin' him these days

Is where he's gonna find a good ten-cent cigar



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She never did make her debut

He never made it to class

She's eighty-sixed from the chart room

He's twenty nine and pushin' thirty real fast



They're funny when they get to rockin'

Goin' out for a night on the town

Takin' polaroid pictures that are never in focus

Just to look at when they finally slow down



Full moon

So soon

Wishin' every month of the year could be june



He's always tuned into star trek

She's always tuned into him

Hidin' his cookies when he gets the munchies

Tryin' hard just to keep the boy slim



Tonight they're gonna go star gazin'

An' try to figure out which one they're near

But try as they might i don't think they'll reach the height

You know you can't get there from here



Full moon

So soon

Wishin' every month of the year could be june



Cliches

Good ways

To say what you mean

Mean what you say

To say what you mean

Mean what you say




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