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By BSKT - email protected
She coGmes from BostB/Don, Cworks at the jewelry stDore
DGown in the B/Dharbor, Cwhere the ferries come to shDore
She nGever really knew how gB/Dood it would feel
To fCinally find herself, in a pDlace so warm and real
She wears a GRed Sox cap, to hide B/Dher baby dreads
The gCirl she was in New England is diDfferent now and dead
at all the Glocal bars,
she fG7lirts aCnd tells the boys while they're talking
D SheeGe's B/D from BCoston D
She comes from GBoston, talks to her B/Dfamily now and then
Through eCmails and postcards, she trDies to explain to them
That eGducation and occupation will B/Dhave to wait for now
She lCoves the Rasta reggae rhythms, her dDreams have changed somehow
She wears a GRed Sox cap, to hide her B/Dbaby dreads
The gCirl she was in New England is diDfferent now and dead
at all the Glocal bars,
she fG7lirts aCnd tells the boys while they're talking
D SheeGe's B/D from BCoston D
Her tGoes dig deep, and dB/Deeper in the sand
She's sedCuced by the sunset and her DnewGmaj7 life EahDead
She wears a GRed Sox cap, to hide G7her baby dreads
The gCirl she was in New England is diDfferent now and dead
at all the Glocal bars,
she fG7lirts aCnd tells the boys while they're talking
D SheeGe's B/D from BCoston D
She wears a GRed Sox cap B/D C
To hide her baby dDreads G B/D
From CBostonD
She came to this island fromG Boston
GB/D
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