(Dickie Peterson & Dieter Saller)
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Oooh, sweet, sweet child
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Yeah, whoa, oooh!
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You know the game and you learn it well
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Strapped for your time and your long blond hair
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Make your bet, lay it down
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You never, ever put you to the ground.
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I know I'll see you down on Herman street
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That's probably where you're gonna cut your meat
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You meet some people that are most of 'em men
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With a little luck honey, you might find a friend.
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Yow!
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Sweet, sweet child
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Ooh yeah!
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You know the way, you ride the jam
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Give your money to some rich man
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Just remember when it's all said and done
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I'm here sweet child of the Reeperbahn.
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I see the girls walking right on the street
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The hungry eyes and the men I meet
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I see them looking right through the flash
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That kind of love don't last.
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Oooh, sweet, sweet child!
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(Oh, come here, baby.
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Won't you put on these high heels,
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try this garter belt on,
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hey that butcher bra looks real good on you baby, ha ha yeah)
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Ooooh, Sweet, sweet child
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You look so good!
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Ooh, you know the game and you learn it well
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Strapped for your time and your long black hair
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Make your bet, lay it down
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You'll never, throw give you to the ground.
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I know I'll see you down on Herman street
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That's probably where you're gonna cut your tea
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You meet some people that are most of 'em men
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With a little luck honey, you might find a friend.
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Oh, sweet, sweet child of the Reeperbahn.
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Sweet Child of the Reeperbahn
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| Blue Cheer |
