Standing by a parking meter
When I got a glimpse of Rita
Filling out a ticket in her little white book
In her cap she looked much older
And the bag across her shoulder
Made her look a little like a milit'ry man
Lovely Rita Meter Maid
Where would I be without you?
When it gets dark you tow my heart away...
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