Now, New York City
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on a Friday night
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A lot of things happenin',
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a lot of bright lights.
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Saw a pretty woman
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all dressed in red
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She turned to me
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and this is what she said
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She said, Honey I got the blues
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I got the blues
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from ridin' all night
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in these high heel shoes.
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Well, she took me to the corner
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that she called her home
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Turned around
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and we were all alone.
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Come on in, she said with a smile
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Come on in and we can rest a while.
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Well, Honey I got the blues
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I got the blues
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from ridin' all night
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in these high heel shoes.
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I said, Listen here,
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honey, I been around
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You ain't foolin' me, 'cause
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I know what you've found.
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She bent kinda low and then
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she tickled my lips.
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She said, Listen here, son,
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I'm gonna give you a tip
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Honey I got the blues
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I got the blues
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from ridin' all night
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in these high heel shoes.
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Honey, I Got The Blues
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| Neil Young |
