Smelling like a brewery,
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looking like a tramp
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I ain't got a quarter
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got a postage stamp
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Been five o'clock shadow boxing
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all around the town
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Talking with the old men
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sleeping on the ground
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Bazanti bootin
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al zootin al hoot
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and Al Cohn
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sharin this apartment
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with a telephone pole
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and it's a fish-net stockings
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spike-heel shoes
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Strip tease, prick tease
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car kease blues
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and the porno floor show
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live nude girls
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dreamy and creamy
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and the brunette curls
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Chesty Morgan and a
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Watermelon Rose
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raise my rent and take off
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all your clothes
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with the trench coats
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magazines bottle full of rum
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she's so good, it make
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a dead man cum, with
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pasties and a g-string
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beer and a shot
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Portland through a shot glass
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and a Buffalo squeeze
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wrinkles and cherry
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and twinky and pinky
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and FeFe live from Gay Paree
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fanfares rim shots
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back stage who cares
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all this hot burlesque for me
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cleavage, cleavage thighs and hips
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from the nape of her neck
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to the lip stick lips
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chopped and channeled
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and lowered and louvered
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and a cheater slicks
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and baby moons
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she's hot and ready
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and creamy and sugared
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and the band is awful
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and so are the tunes
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crawlin on her belly shakin like jelly
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and I'm getting harder than
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Chinese algebraziers and cheers
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from the compendium here
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hey sweet heart they're yellin for more
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squashing out your cigarette butts
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on the floor
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and I like Shelly
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you like Jane
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what was the girl with the snake skins name
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it's an early bird matinee
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come back any day
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getcha little sompin
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that cha can't get at home
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getcha little sompin
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that cha can't get at home
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pasties and a g-string
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beer and a shot
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Portland through a shot glass
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and a Buffalo squeeze
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popcorn, front row
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higher than a kite
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and I'll be back tomorrow night
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and I'll be back tomorrow night
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Pasties and a G-string
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| Tom Waits |
