Neffertiti came out west in a stolen limousine.
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Twenty dollars to her name and a walk like you ain't never seen.
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She moved into number eight with just a bottle in her hand,
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an old radio wrapped up in it's cord and no particular plan.
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I watched her in the hallway. She blew me a little kiss
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and said, "Hey, baby, what's a boy like you, doin' in a place like this?"
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Then she said, "Well, I hate to be the one to have to give you the news,
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but this world ain't nothin' but a one way ticket to the blues."
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Chorus:
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Then she said, "Baby," she said, "Baby...
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Baby, can you help me find a soul station on this old radio?
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And we can steal us a little salvation if you got no place else to go.
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Oh, baby, can you help me find a soul station? I'm feeling kinda low
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and if you use your...use your 'magination,
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baby, I dance jus' like Brigitte Bardot."
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I was sweepin' a warehouse floor 'cross town midnight to eight.
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If my ship was ever comin' in, it sure was dockin' late.
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Neffertiti was dancin' six nights at a club jut off the strip.
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After work we'd meet for breakfast, I'd help her count up all her tips.
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She'd stuff some money in my pocket and say, "Baby, go back home.
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Now what you tryin' to prove, boy, in this city all alone.
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Then she said, "Well, I hate to be the one to have to give you the news,
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but this world ain't nothin' but a one way ticket to the blues."
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CHORUS
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Spoken:
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She'd say, "Mamma must be worried sick about you."
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She'd make me send home letters every... 'bout every month or so.
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So I'd be there writing at her kitchen table
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and Neffertiti'd be dancin' to the sweet soul music playin' on her radio.
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"Mamma wants to rock you, rock you slow,
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to the sweet soul music on the radio."
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Neffertiti came out west in a stolen limousine
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Jus' Like Brigitte Bardot
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Joshua Kadison |