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She stood alone at the bar
And without stopping to think
He moved to her side
And bought her a drink.
She was young, she was pretty
Pretty as any girl he'd seen,
But she talked and she talked
Like a runaway machine.

He really thought,
She'll talk herself to death,
For she never seemed to pause
Even to draw her breath.
She talked through her drink,
She talked through her food,
She still talked away
Even as she chewed.

She talked and she talked
In a world of her own
It might have been better
If she ever changed her tone.
She invited him to her home,
Invited him to her bed,
And as he declined she asked,
Was it something that I said?

He started laughing then
‘til he couldn't laugh anymore;
But he was still giggling madly
As she showed him to the door.
And she was still talking
As they stood on the street,
He still giggling weakly
And swaying on his feet.

He bid her a good night,
Unsteadily moved away
Until he reached a place
Where silence held sway.
She was young, she was pretty,
Pretty as any girl he'd seen
But she'd talked and she'd talked
Like a runaway machine.

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