I'm just a floozy, an old-fashioned hussy
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Trying to kiss you, it hasn't been easy
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A lost little puppy dog running away
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From the pound
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Say
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Break all my bones with a stick and a stone
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And don't say a word 'cause it's words that'll hurt
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And this lost little baby fox running away
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From the hounds
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Let's say that when they told me you're Russian
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How my eyes did widen up
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You and Mussorgsky
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And ups and downs and ups and downs
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Oh I'm just a floozy, an old-fashioned hussy
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And ups and downs and ups and downs
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Me, you and Mussorgsky could be good
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Enough of this fooling, I'm playing for keeps now
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Pitching the sheets like a tent on a camp
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And a lost little baby lamb
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Hoping that he has been found
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Won't you hold my hand through all these
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Ups and downs
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And ups and downs and ups and downs
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Oh I'm just a floozy, an old-fashioned hussy
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And ups and downs and ups and downs
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Me, you and Mussorgsky
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And ups and downs and ups and downs
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Oh I'm just a floozy, an old-fashioned hussy
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Me, you and Mussorgsky
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And ups and downs and ups and downs
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Ups and Downs
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| Rufus Wainwright |
