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From the CD Choochtown

I'm a private detective I left at midnight,
I got a five hour drive a place I don't want to go
a lawyer woke me this morning looking for a girl
didn't like his attitude but I can't pass up the dough
I knew her from a photo
a fiancée of a dead friend but I didn't let on
sometimes it's best to pretend
her name was Cynthia her boyfriend Glover
she was brilliantly doomed I got a kick how he loved her

I got to the hotel and I set the alarm
I would check the old hang outs so I got up at 10
no luck by afternoon I stopped at Brunels
the bartender said he's seen her but couldn't remember when
a ten refreshed his memory
Friday she was round
the night Joe The Box got poisoned and ended up face down
his funereal was this evening though I doubt she'd be there
they were drug dealing acquaintances she could hardly care

The long drive