Sunday, [she] puts her shades away
Oh, man, she's so popular
They're all telling her

And then drives to a party
Boys say, "you're so fabulous...
Have a drink with us."

They tell her nine straight lines
Lead straight into her heart
They tell her nine of my lives will die
Before they're ever gonna tear us apart

Meet her at the hotel
Frambroise on the coolest summer days
She'll be waiting by the silver ashtrays

And while she sips beside you
Oh, man, she's so popular
There's a letter waiting for her

What she wouldn't do to meet me
What she doesn't see: she needs me
What she wouldn't do to meet me

They tell her nine straight lines
Lead straight into her heart
They tell her nine of my lives will die
Before they're ever gonna tear us apart

And when you tell me there's another boy
That breaks my heart
And nine of my lives will die before
They're ever gonna tear us apart

Nine straight lines
Lead straight into her heart
They tell her nine of my lives will die
Before they're ever gonna tear us apart

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