Sit down on the corner just a little climb
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When I make my money got to get my dime
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Sit down with her baby wind is full of trash
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She bold as the street light dark and sweet as hash
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Way down in the hollow leavin' so soon
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Oh St. Teresa higher than the moon
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Reach down for the sweet stuff when she looks at me
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I know any man sees you like I see
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Follow down the side street movin' single file
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That's where I'll hold you, sleeping like a child
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Way down in the hollow, leavin' so soon
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Oh, St. Teresa, higher than the moon
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Just what I've been needin', feel it rise in me
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Every stone a story, like a rosary
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Show me my Teresa, just a little climb
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When I make my money, got to get my dime
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Way down in the hollow, leavin' so soon
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Oh, St. Teresa, higher than the moon
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St. Teresa
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| Blackmore's Night |
