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a) Waltzing Matilda
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Waltzing Matilda whipped out her wallet
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the sexy boy smiled in dismay
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She took out four twenties 'cause she liked round figures
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everybody's a queen for a day
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Oh, babe, I'm on fire and you know how I admire your -
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- body why don't we slip away
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Although I'm sure you're certain, it's a rarity me flirtin'
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sha-la-la-la, this way
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Oh, sha-la-la-la-la, sha-la-la-la-la
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hey, baby, come on, let's slip away
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Luscious and gorgeous, oh what a hunk of muscle
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call out the national guard
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She creamed in her jeans as he picked up her means
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from off of the formica topped bar
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And cascading slowly, he lifted her wholly
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and boldly out of this world
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And despite people's derision
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proved to be more than diversion
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sha-la-la-la, later on
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And then sha-la-la-la-la, he entered her slowly
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and showed her where he was coming from
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And then sha-la-la-la-la, he made love to her gently
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it was like she'd never ever come
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And then sha-la-la-la-la, sha-la-la-la-la
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when the sun rose and he made to leave
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You know, sha-la-la-la-la, sha-la-la-la-la
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neither one regretted a thing
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b) Street Hassle
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Hey, that cunt's not breathing
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I think she's had too much
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of something or other, 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
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or trying to be cold on 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 all emotional
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and sometimes, man, they just don't act rational
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they think they're just on TV
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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 really was nice talking
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and I really wish that 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 was 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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But when someone turns that blue
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well, it's a universal truth
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and then 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 to be more careful around the little girls
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It's either the best or it's the worst
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and since I don't have to choose
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I guess I won't and I know this ain't 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 on the darkened 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't never 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, you know, it's called bad luck
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Street Hassle (Waltzing Matilda - Street Hassle)
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| Lou Reed |
