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(by Charles Williams) I'm not what you'd call sentimental I throw the past out with the trash Old magazines make me feel like gangrene I say let's cut and start from scratch I drive a Buick like g-d intended It smokes but boy is it fast I speak Chinese, and say pretty please To the barkeep who thinks I'm white trash Tell me where does it hurt I'm still dancing for quarters somewhere north of the border I'm tempted to convert But then I open my eyes and hear a voice say Where does it hurt I'm not what you'd call nostalgic I'm more likely to forgive and forget But once in a while, I stumble down the aisle And kneel at the Altar of Regret You're the One I remember So I'll whisper your name again With a Time and a Place when we both had a Taste SongtexteFor the Gifts we came to exchange Tell me where does it hurt I'm still dancing for quarters down the Mexican border I'm tempted to convert But then I open my eyes and hear a voice say... Tell me where does it hurt I'm still dancing for quarters down south of the border I'm tempted to convert But then I open my eyes and hear a voice say Where does it hurt Aus Songtexte Mania