All the late night bargains have been struck
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Between the satin beaus and their belles
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And prehistoric garbage trucks
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Have the city to themselves
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Echoes roars dinosaurs
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They're all doing the monster mash
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And most of the taxis and the whores
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Are only taking calls for cash
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I don't know how it happened
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It all took place so quick
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But all I can do is hand it to you
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And your latest trick
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My door was standing open
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Security was laid back and lax
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But it was only my heart got broken
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You must have had a pass key made out of wax
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You played robbery with insolence
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And I played the blues in twelve bars down Lover's Lane
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And you never did have the inteligence to use
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The twelve keys hanging off my chain
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I don't know how it happened
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It all took place so quick
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But all I can do is hand it to you
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And your latest trick
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Now it's past last call for alcohol
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Past recall has been here and gone
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The landlord finally paid us all
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The satin jazzmen have put away their horns
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And we're standing outside of this wonderland
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Looking so bereaved and so bereft
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Like a Bowery bum when he finally understands
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The bottle's empty and there's nothing left
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I don't know how it happened
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It was faster than the eye could flick
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But not all I can do is hand it to you
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And your latest trick
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Your Latest Trick
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| Dire Straits |
