Here comes The Rose, looking mighty fine.
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Here comes ol' Nancy, walking right in time.
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Here comes the stripper, bringing on the night.
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Here come the boys, faces hidden from the light.
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Walk through the shadows.
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Well, they come and they go.
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Only one thing on their mind:
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fire down below.
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Whoa, here come the rich man in his big, long limousine.
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Here come the poor man, all you got to have is green.
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Here come the banker, lawyer and the cop.
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One thing's for certain, it's never gonna stop.
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When it all gets too heavy
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they come and they go. There they go.
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One thing on their mi-mi-mi-mind:
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fire down below.
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Whoa, there they go.
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One thing on their mi-mi-mi-mi-mind:
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fire down below.
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It happens out in Vegas, Moline,
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on the blue-blood streets of Boston,
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in Berkley, out in Queens.
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Went on yesterday, it's going on tonight.
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Somewhere there's somebody
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treatin' somebody right.
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I'm lookin' at The Rose.
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I'm lookin' mighty fine.
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I walk the streets,
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I'll find you any time.
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Where the street lights flicker,
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bringing on the night,
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I'll be slipping into darkness;
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Slippin' out of sight.
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Oh, through the midnight
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I come! I go!
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Only one thing on my my mind:
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fire down below.
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One thing on my my my mind:
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fire down below.
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Fire, fire, fire, hoo, hoo, hoo.
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One thing on my my mind:
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fire down below.
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Fire Down Below
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Bette Midler |