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So you took her hand and she gave a look, and there you spoke the words of a gentleman. Can I have this dance with you, can I share this dance with you?

There goes the gal, yeah the pretty bird, on the golden mile that made you feel real. She don't make no big deal. There she sits with them big old fields of daisies and rusty mills. And when the sun shines on her hair of gold, she's beautiful, she's beautiful.