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You like cigarettes in the morning after you’ve been out all night.
You like long conversations with me under moonlight.
You like the way I look in black.
You say I’m smooth as glass.
You like it all and that’s enough for this kid, I guess.
You’ve got a mountain of a heart.

You took a train ride straight through Illinois and found yourself alone.
The Midwest ain’t no place for a queen, but I’m here so it’s home.
I’ve heard it said you can measure a man by the company he keeps.
If that’s true, girl, I’m telling you, I must be a king.
You left town at dawn with your bags full of clothes and that old busted down car.
You spent three days and three nights just to show up at my front door.
You’ve got a mountain of a heart.

You like cigarettes in the morning even though you smoked a pack last night.
You like long conversations with me; you say they make you feel alive.
You like the way I look in black.
You say I’m smooth as glass.
You like it all and that’s enough for this kid, I guess.
You’ve got a mountain of a heart!