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letra de six degrees of separation - ann-marita

[verse 1]
my ex-husband’s first ex-wife just moved in down the street
it probably took her about a minute to recognize me
she’s got a couple of tiny kids by husband number two
who according to her, dropped her off at work, then dropped off the face of the earth last june
my second cousin happened to be in town that day
she saw his blue cat a pull out of the hometown buffet
and right into the entrance of the gentlemen’s club
where sally ann worked thе poles like a champ, and the gеntlemen ate it up
hot d-mn

[chorus]
they say the only thing that stands between you and the world’s population
is six degrees of separation
so in a town the size of a parking lot
what kinda hope have you got?
ooh, ohhh

[verse 2]
well, it just so happens, my third-grade teacher was sally ann’s mom
and she was also a chaperone at my senior prom
she called my parents when she saw me get into coach miller’s pickup truck
i knew less about his wife than i knew about life, all i knew is that he was the one
well, f–
so i ended up giving sally ann’s mom a, a courtesy call
with some made-up story ’bout a class reunion in the fall
i said, “where can i find sally, where might she be these days?”
she said, “sally’s gone with some mystery man, sent a fourth of july card postmarked salt lake”
[chorus]
they say the only thing that stands between you and the world’s population
is six degrees of separation
so in a town the size of a parking lot
what kinda hope have you got?
ooh, ohhh

[verse 3]
i heard my ex-husband’s first ex-wife’s second husband no more
was pleading the fifth before even walking through the courtroom door
a culmination of a chain reaction from an anonymous note
and when it all hit the fan, i heard sally ann left to try out for some big-time vegas show
my ex-husband’s first ex-wife’s got me cornered at the bar
said she needs no sixth sense to know where that note came from
she orders two of my bartender boyfriend’s famous snakebite shots
tells me, “don’t think we’re friends, this ain’t the end, but cheers to sweet revenge, and neighborhood watch”

[chorus]
they say the only thing that stands between you and the world’s population
is six degrees of separation
so in a town the size of a parking lot
what kinda hope have you got?
ooh, ohhh
what kinda hope have you got
ooh, ooh

- ann marita

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