Prowling round with beady eyes
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Mister undercover
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Late night brawls, street lights call
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He don't need a lover
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Misunderstood by womanhood
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Mortgage is a millstone
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Think of lies and alibis to cover up at home
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Are you alright girl, for tonight girl
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Just give a little. I'll give a lot
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Are you a nice girl, Just-the-type girl
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You've got the drug and I need a shot
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Seedy hotels, crooked motels
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Short-time letch, a special
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Twilight-life as a ten minute wife
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All so artificial
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Rejected maligned by all mankind
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Hypocrictic bullshit
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Tell me who's rich, Now who's the bitch
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Keep that red light lit
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When the men come to town
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When they're looking in the bars
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and they're crawling in the cars
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and they lay they're money down
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When the men come to play
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When their business day was done and they're looking for some fun
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You take their money and you blow them away
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Nice Girl
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| Samson |
