Tra3t! - Dirty Old Record

She stole it, took it
Right from my hands
So fast I didn't notice at first glance

She's gone with my precious possession
She's gone with my treasured obsession

She took my dirty old record
She took my dirty old record
They don't sell these anymore
And I'm sure I'll never get it back
So I make my mind up
And listen to the memories instead

She stole it took it right off my desk
So fast no one could ever see
Listen to me

She took my dirty old record
She took my dirty old record
They don't sell these anymore
And I'm sure I'll never get it back
So I make my mind up
And listen to the memories instead

Written by:
Bruce Kellar

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