In a sixtyeigtht camero a little girl, and big four lanes Oh, shes flying like an arrow out across the Pontchartrain To a man down in New Orleans, says he loves her eyes of blue Swears shell never want for nothing, he shounds too good to be true Shes dreaming of the parties, hes sure to take her to And all the big white houses down on St Charles Avenue Well, she twentyone in May, to shake the small down blues She knows right where shes heading and its too good to be true Take the heart, its an easy victim for and old silver tongue And they always seem to pick them, innocent and young The dont know there aint no shortcut on the road to happiness They dont know the simple rule, if it sounds too good to be true It probably is As she can see those city lights she should be full of hope Suddenly she hears her daddy and the last words that he spoke Sister, always be a good girl, please remember this I dont care what hes telling you, if it sounds too good to be true It probably is A tender hearts an easy victim for an old silver tongue And they always seem to pick them, innocent and young The dont know there aint no shortcut on the road to happiness They dont know the simple rule, if it sounds too good to be true It probably is They dont know the simple rule, if it sounds too good to be true It probably is In a sixtyeigtht camero, a little girl, and big four lanes Well, shes flying like an arrow across the Pontchartrain
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