Waiting for a girl who's got curlers in her hair 
Waiting for a girl she has no money anywhere 
We get buses everywhere 
Waiting for a factory girl 

Waiting for a girl and she's got stains all down her dress 
Waiting for a girl and my feet are getting wet 
She ain't come out yet 
Waiting for a factory girl

Factory Girl//Rolling Stones

Sometimes I forget just how poetic lyrics are until I read them aloud.  Occasionally mean so much more when taken out of context.  Happy Friday everyone...

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