Waltzing Matilda
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whipped out her wallet
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the sexy boy smiled in dismay
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She took out four twenties
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'cause she liked round figures
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everybody's queen for a day
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Oh, babe, I'm on fire
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and you know 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
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it's a rarity me flirtin'
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sha la la la la, this way
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Oh, sha la la la la
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sha la la la la
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hey, baby, come on
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let's slip away
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<Interlude>
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Luscious and gorgeous
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oh what a humpin' muscle
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call out the national guard
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She creamed in her jeans
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as he picked up her knees
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from off
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of the formica topped bar
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And cascading slowly
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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 la, later on
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And then sha la la la la
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he entered her slowly
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and showed her
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where he was coming from
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And then sha la la la la
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he made love to her gently
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it was like
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she'd never ever come
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And then sha la la la la
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sha la la la la
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when the sun rose
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and he made to leave
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You know, sha la la la la
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sha la la la la
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neither one regretted a thing
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<Interlude>
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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
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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
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who's gotta take her
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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
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wear my heart on my sleeve
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But you know people
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get all emotional
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and sometimes, man
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they just don't
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act rational you know
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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
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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
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there was a little more time
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to speak
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But you know
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it could be ahassle
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trying to explain
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this all to a police officer
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about how it was that
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your old lady
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got herselfstiffed
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And it's not like we could help
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but there wasn't nothing
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no one could do
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and if there was
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man you know
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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
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that bitch will never fuck again
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By the way
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that's really some bad shit
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that you came to our place with
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but you ought
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to be more careful
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around the little girls
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It's either the
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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
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and I know this ain't no way
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to treat a guest
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But why don't you grab
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your old lady by the feet
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and just lay her out
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in the darkest street
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and by morning
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she's just another hit and run.
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You know, some people
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got no choice
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and they can never find a voice
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to talk with that
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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
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it's called bad luck
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<Interlude>
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Believe me (man)
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that's just a lie
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it's a lie she tells her friends
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'cause the real song
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the real song
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that she won't even
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admit to herself
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[is] the beat in her heart.
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It's a song lots of people know.
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It's a painful song
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but I wrote a sad truth
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but alas for sad songs
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a painful wish.
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But wishin'
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won't make it so, Joe
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With a pretty kiss
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for a pretty face
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can't have its way
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Y'know tramps like us
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we were born to pay.
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Love has gone away
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and there's no one here now
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And there's nothing left to say
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but, oh, how I miss him, baby
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Oh, baby
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come on and slip away
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come on, baby
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why don't you slip away
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Love is gone away
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took the rings off my fingers
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And there's nothing left to say
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but, oh how
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oh how I need him, baby
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Come on, baby
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I need you baby
|
oh, please don't slip away
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I need your loving
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so bad, babe
|
please don't slip away
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Street Hassle; Waltzing Matilda Street Hassle Slipaway
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| Lou Reed |
