Gina in the King's Road, 1968 
Blonde hair and eyeshadow, I hyperventilate 
Purple leather mini, legs up to there 
Don't you cast aspersions on my Naugahyde affair 

And she can make you believe 
You're feeling almost sincere 
And every day's New Years Eve 
She's giggling in your ear 
And yet she's so hard to reach 
Although she's so close at hand 
I'm like a wave on her beach 
Sinking in the sand 

Everyone went out with her, everyone knew why 
No one ever stayed around, no one ever tried 
Now Gina drowns her sorrows, drinks away the night 
She's wrapped around some stranger, hanging on for life 

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Now Gina in the King's Road, in a raincoat shimmering white 
Hands thrust in her pockets like Julie Christie might 
Looks up into the distance, puckers up her lips 
I don't stop to talk to her, we're just passing ships 

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