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I first saw her face on a silver screen
It was a matinee, a European
I kept returning for at least ten more shows
Then I followed that film 'round until it closed
Someone else should've been thinking for me
They would've said an actress only gives you half the story
The half I saw was more than enough
The half I saw was almost too much
I joined her fan club boy did I ever feel young
I couldn't stop myself I was so badly stung
I found out where she lived I quit my job to find
this flicker in the dark I couldn't leave behind
Someone else should've been thinking for me
They would've said an actress only gives you half the story
I went to Santa Barbara and tried to find that girl
but no one can ever tell you it's impossible...
I hitchhiked home and I got my old job back
I had to take their shit I had to watch them laugh
Now I spend my nights in front of my t.v.
I finally figured out just what she means to me
No one else has to do my thinking for me
I want my actress to just only tell me half the story
The half I saw was more than enough
The half I saw was almost too much
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