“City girls just seem to find out early/How to open doors with just a smile/A rich old man/And she won’t have to worry/She’ll dress up all in lace and go in style…
Late at night a big old house gets lonely/I guess every form of refuge has its price/And it breaks her heart to think her love is only/ Given to a man with hands as cold as ice”
—Lying Eyes by The Eagles
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