Lyrics:
Hey you Miss Conductress Hey there Miss Conductress The sun shone down on my little town and I was done for that day You were my You were my
And my conductress on the number nineteen She was a honey Pink toenails and hands all dirty with money Greasy hair easy smile Made me feel nineteen
a shining shade Of bus-conductress blond Tales of music and movement Were told in grip and groan But to put these thoughts In songs like theirs
a shining shade of bus-conductress blonde tales of music and movement were told in grip and groan but to put these thoughts in songs like theirs
shade of bus-conductress blonde tales of music and movement were told in grip and groan but to put these thoughts in songs like theirs of the honest truth
The bus was late We celebrate The bus conductress weeping At the terminus It'll end in tears I won't cry I won't cry I won't
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