Sylvia was working as a waitress in Beaumont
She said "I'm moving away, I'm gonna get what I want
I'm tired of these small town boys, they don't move fast enough
I'm gonna find me one who wears a leather jacket and likes his living rough"
So she saved her tips and overtime and bought an old rusty car
She sold most everything she had to make a brand new start
She said, "I won't be needing these silly dresses and nylon hose
Cuz when I get to where I'm going, I'm gonna buy me all new clothes"
The night's too long; it just drags on and on
And then there's never enough that's when the sun starts coming up
Don't let go of her hand; you just might be the right man
She loves the night; she loves the night
She doesn't want the night, don't want it to end
working
where
wears
waitress
things
wants
against
rough
gonna
going
these
guesses
faster
sylvia
listen
living
jacket
drags
sweat
bought
beaumont
likes
night
holding
leather
enough
laugh
clothes
corona
dance
crowd
loves
might
still
works
moving
brand
nylon
never
office
playing
presses
saved
right
everything
coming
rusty
dresses
silly
tired
small
overtime
soaked
start
needing
starts
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