Doreen

Well when I first met Doreen she was barely seventeen
She was drinkin' whiskey sours in a bar
And the way she tossed 'em back I would've had a heart attack
Ah but as it is I let her drive my car
We galloped through burrows like a pair of horny throughbreds
Until I said "Just stop the car, Doreen"
You can roll your eyes and nod but I swear that I saw God
In the moonlight on a side street in the wreckage we call Queens
Doreen, Doreen
Last night I had an aweful dream
You were layin' in the arms of a man I've never seen
Come clean, Doreen
Come clean, Doreen

Well I'm pullin' into Cleveland bein' in a seven seater tour van
There's eight of us, I'm sleppin' on the floor
And the guy who plays the banjo keeps on handin' me the Old Crow
The multiples my sorrow, I can't take it anymore
Doreen, Doreen
Last night I had an aweful dream
You were layin' in the arms of a man I've never seen
Come clean, Doreen
Come clean, Doreen

Well, I'm beggin' and I'm pleadin'
Please pull over, guys, I'm bleedin'
There's a Fina off the highway with a phone
And I'm callin' you Doreen but the phone it rings and rings
Where is it that you are if you aren't in our bed at home
Doreen, Doreen
Last night I had an aweful dream
You were layin' in the arms of a man I've never seen
Come clean, Doreen
Come clean, Doreen, Doreen
Last night I had an aweful dream
You were layin' in the arms of a man I've never seen
Come clean, Doreen
Come clean, Doreen
I'm coming clean, Doreen
I'm coming clean, Doreen
Yeah yeah yeah yeah



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Writer(s): Frank Miller, Hammond, Bethea, Peeples
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