Isn′t It A Little Late
Shouldn't You Fly Away
Little Dove With CigarettesShow ′em That You Can Hold Your Breath

I Heard About A Girl
Buried Her Dolls And Lost Her Curls
Painted On Lipstick Red
Grew Herself Up And Then She'd

Walk Into A Smoke Filled Room
Oh No One Could Keep Their Eyes Off You
Have A Little Drink Or Two
Oh How Could You Be That Girl I Knew

Walk Into A Smoke Filled Room
Little Black Dress And Mama's Shoes
Isn′t It A Bit Too Soon
Oh How Could You Be That Girl I Knew

Oh How Could You Be That Girl I Knew

Walk Into A Smoke Filled Room
Oh I Believe Love Will Follow You
Isn′t It A Bit Too Soon
Oh How Could You Be That Girl I Knew

Take A Step Around The Room
And Every Head Keeps Turning Too
Little Dove, You Fight 'em Back
Show Em You′re So Much More Than That

I Heard About A Girl
Buried Her Dolls And Lost Her Curls
Painted On Lipstick Red
Grew Herself Up And Then She'd

Walk Into A Smoke Filled Room
Oh No One Could Keep Their Eyes Off You
Have A Little Drink Or Two
Oh How Could You Be That Girl I Knew

Walk Into A Smoke Filled Room
Little Black Dress And Mama′s Shoes
Isn't It A Bit Too Soon
Oh How Could You Be That Girl I Knew

Oh How Could You Be That Girl I Knew

Walk Into A Smoke Filled Room
Oh I Believe Love Will Follow You
Isn′t It A Bit Too Soon
Oh How Could You Be That Girl I Knew