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You're a broken-hearted party girlYour skirt's on fire, your hair's uncurledYour dancing days are at an endYeah, you've got no one to call your friendAll you've got left is a silhouette,An empty bed, and a cheap CorvetteYou're a long way from your sweet sixteenYou need some stonewashed jeansAnd a time machineTo take you backTo that railroad trackWhere you first took flightIn the morning lightSo take me backTo that first romanceWhere you made your standYou were hand in handWith the black-eyed angel of the evening starWhen you came to the city in your cheap perfumeAnd your ran through the roomBut you grew up soonAlways dressed like a killer in the afternoonSipping warm champagne from a silver spoonIn the night you would travel in your lover's carLetras de cancionesWith your jewels so bright, like a shooting starBut your nightmares must have caught up with youAnd all the pills and the prophets couldn't get you throughTo take you backTo that railroad trackWhere you first took flightIn the morning lightSo take me backTo that first romanceWhere you made your standYou were hand in handWith the black-eyed angel of the evening starSo take me backYou were found on the ground in a lonely townAt the end of the world, in a dressing gownYour hair was on fire, your shoes were misplacedOn your face was a trace of a distant placeIt's a long way home to WichitaWhere they put you back togetherFilled your head with strawNow all you've got left is a silhouetteAnd a cheap Corvette, but girl, you ain't dead yetSo take me backTo that railroad trackWhere you first took flightIn the morning lightSo take me backTo that first romanceWhere you made your standYou were hand in handWith the black-eyed angel of the evening star From Letras Mania