Hey, that cunt's not breathing
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I think she had too much of something or other
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Hey, man, you know what I mean
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I don't mean to scare you
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But you're the one who came here
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And you're the one who's gotta take her when you leave
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I'm not being smart or trying to be pulling my part
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And I'm not gonna wear my heart on my sleeve
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But you know people get emotional
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And sometimes they just don't act rational
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They think they're just on TV - sha la la la, man
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Why don't you just slip her away
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You know. I'm glad that we met man
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It was really nice talking
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And I really wish there was a little more time to speak
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But you know it could be a hassle
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Trying to explain myself to a police officer
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About how it was that your old lady got herself stiffed
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And it's not like we could help
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But there's nothing no one could do
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And if there was, man, you know I would have been the first
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Only, someone turns that blue
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Well, it's a universal truth
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And you just know: That bitch will never fuck again
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By the way, that's really some bad shit
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That you came to our place with
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But you ought be more careful round the little girls
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It's either the best or it's the worst
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Since I don't have to choose, I guess I won't
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And I know, This is no way to treat a guest
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But why don't you grab your old lady by the feet
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And just lay her out in the darkest street
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And by morning, she's just another hit and run
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You know, some people got no choice
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And they can never even find a voice
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To talk with that they can even call their own
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So the first thing, that they see
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That allows them the right to be
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Why, they follow it
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You know, it's called bad luck
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Street Hassle: Street Hassle
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| Lou Reed |
