Dear America, Where Have All Your Good Girls Gone?

Dear America,

Where have all your good girls gone?

They've past the changes

Make eyes at strangers

With their skirts rolled high

And their shirts cut low

Dear America,

Where did all your good girls go?

Feet on the dashboard

Ribbons a mess

With a drawn out stare

Holding a man in their arms

Who's not sure if he cares

But he'll cry on her heart until dawn.

Dear America,

Where have all your good girls gone?

Arms in a bind

Looking for love at all the wrong times

Dear America,

Where have all your good girls gone?

Dear America,

Where have all your good girls gone?

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