(Rod Stewart)
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Stand here ev'ry night,
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I'm wearin' my number,
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but she said wear it,
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touching up another fool.
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In a jukebox job downin' blues
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in her leopard-skin anklehigh boots
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while I'm jackin' off
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readin' Playboy on a hot afternoon.
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I'm a three time loser.
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Caught it up in Monterey,
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shook it up in East Virginia,
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now my friends say it's here to stay.
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How dare you have a party
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in a Chelsea basement
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when the poor excited Jezebel said come outside.
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She felt me up and kissed my face,
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put her dirty hands down in my pants.
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She took all of my money,
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left me naked by the silvery moon.
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I'm a three time loser.
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Caught it up in Monterey,
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shook it up in East Virginia,
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now my friends say it's here to stay.
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Roll away, roll away, all of you women;
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I don't think I need you anymore.
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There'll be no more doctor's bills,
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there'll be no more swallowing pills.
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And I've found a woman
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that can witness that in blood out of me.
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I'm a three time loser.
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Caught it up in Monterey,
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shook it up in East Virginia,
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now my friends say it's here to stay.
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I'm a three time loser.
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Caught it up in Monterey,
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shook it up in East Virginia,
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now my friends say it's here to stay.
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Three Time Loser
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| Rod Stewart |
