A third floor walk-up...
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One block east of chinatown.
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She walked by my window,
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While the rain is pouring down.
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Looking in she sees the easy money life everywhere
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And it's clear she don't approve.
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(and it's clear she don't approve)
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Through a cloud of smoke I shoot a little smile over there.
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And I...
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She don't mah jong, mah jong she don't play.
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She don't mah jong, wait she don't let me wait.
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She don't mah jong, mah jong she don't play.
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But she loves to play...
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With the dark eyes burning,
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I am opening the wall.
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Can there be no other chance?
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I feel my fortune's turning,
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And I wish for nothing else at all.
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Looking up I see her signal with her fingers through her hair
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Telling me the hands are clean.
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On the... I turn a dragon tail into a pair.
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And the game is over.
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She don't mah jong, mah jong she don't play.
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She don't mah jong, wait she don't let me wait.
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She don't mah jong, mah jong she don't play.
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Though I don't obey her,
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Still she loves to play her
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She don't mah jong, mah jong she don't play.
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She don't mah jong, wait she don't let me wait.
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She don't mah jong, mah jong she don't play.
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But she loves to play...
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A tree blows up
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From where the lanterns light the parlors on the street
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.... waiting at the .....
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And though there are not many things a pawn would ....
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I'll beat.
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We enjoyed the difference.
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She don't mah jong, mah jong she don't play.
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She don't mah jong, wait she don't let me wait.
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She don't mah jong, mah jong she don't play.
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But she loves to play...
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Mah-Jong
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| Chicago |
