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Now I've never stepped through the doors of a barroom
Or tasted the flavor of wine
And I've never danced to the songs on a jukebox
Or held someone that wasn't mine
But there's always the first time
And if you don't change
Then I guess the first time
Can't be arranged, can't be arranged
Now I've never dressed for the eyes of a stranger
To sow seeds of lust in his mind
And I've never walked down backroad of temptation
To leave dirty footprints behind
But there's always the first time
And if you don't change
Then I guess the first time
Can't be arranged, can't be arranged, can't be arranged
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