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Her eyes were hazel&#13;
And her nose were slightly curved&#13;
We spent a lonely night at the Memory Motel&#13;
It's on the ocean, I guess you know it well&#13;
It took a starry NIGHT to steal my breath away&#13;
Down on the water front&#13;
Her hair all drenched in spray&#13;
&#13;
Hannah baby was a honey of a girl&#13;
Her eyes were hazel&#13;
And her teeth were slightly curved&#13;
She took my guitar and she began to play&#13;
She sang a song to me&#13;
Stuck right in my brain&#13;
&#13;
You're just a memory of a love&#13;
That used to be&#13;
You're just a memory of a love&#13;
That used to mean so much to me&#13;
&#13;
She got a mind of her own&#13;
And she use it well&#13;
Well she's one of a kind&#13;
She's got a mind&#13;
She got a mind of her own&#13;
And she use it mighty fine&#13;
&#13;
She drove a pick-up truck&#13;
Painted green and blue&#13;
The tires were wearing thin&#13;
She turned a mile or two&#13;
When I asked her where she headed for&#13;
&quot;Back up to Boston I'm singing in a bar&quot;&#13;
I got to fly today on down to Baton Rouge&#13;
My nerves are shot already&#13;
The road ain't all that smooth&#13;
Across in Texas is the rose of San Antone&#13;
I keep on a feeling that's gnawing in my bones&#13;
&#13;
You're just a memory of a love&#13;
That used to mean so much to me&#13;
You're just a memory girl&#13;
You're just a sweet memory&#13;
And it used to mean so much to me&#13;
Sha la la la la&#13;
&#13;
She got a mind of her own&#13;
And she use it well&#13;
Mighty fine, she's one of a kind&#13;
&#13;
On the seventh day my eyes were all a glaze&#13;
We've been ten thousand miles&#13;
Been in fifteen states&#13;
Every woman seemed to fade out of my mind&#13;
I hit the bottle and hit the sack and cried&#13;
What's all this laughter on the 22nd floor&#13;
It's just some friends of mine&#13;
And they're busting down the door&#13;
Been a lonely night at the Memory Motel&#13;
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