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Mary Jane's Last Dance (Tom Petty)

She grew up in an Indiana town Had a good-lookin' mama who never was around But she grew up tall and she grew up right With them Indiana boys on them Indiana nights Well, she moved down here at the age of eighteen She blew the boys away, was more than they'd seen I was introduced and we both started groovin' I said, "I dig you baby, but I got to keep movin' on" Keep movin' on Last dance with Mary Jane One more time to kill the pain I feel summer creepin' in And I'm tired of this town again Well, I don't know, but I've been told You never slow down, you never grow old I'm tired of screwin' up, tired of going down Tired of myself, tired of this town Oh, my my, oh, hell yes Honey, put on that party dress Buy me a drink, sing me a song Take me as I come 'cause I can't stay long Last dance with Mary Jane One more time to kill the pain I feel summer creepin' in And I'm tired of this town again There's pigeons down on Market Square She's standin' in her underwear Lookin' down from a hotel room The nightfall will be comin' soon Oh, my my, oh, hell yes You got to put on that party dress It was too cold to cry when I woke up alone I hit my last number and walked to the road Last dance with Mary Jane One more time to kill the pain I feel summer creepin' in And I'm tired of this town again