(Steve Harris and Adrian Smith)
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[The Continuing Saga Of Charlotte The Harlot]
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If you're feeling down depressed and lonely
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I know a place where we can go
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22 Acacia Avenue meet a lady that I know
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So if you're looking for a good time
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And you're prepared to pay the price
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Fifteen quid is all she asks for
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Everybody's got their vice
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If you're waiting for a long time for the rest to do their piece
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You can tell her that you know me and you might even get it free
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So any time you're down the East End don't you hesitate to go
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You can take my honest word for it she'll teach you more than you can know
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Charlotte can't you get out from all of this madness
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Can't you see it only brings you sadness
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When you entertain your men don't you know the risk of getting disease
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Some day when you're reaching the age of forty
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I bet you'll regret the days when you were laying
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Nobody then will want to know
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You won't have any beautiful wares to show any more
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22 the avenue that's the place where we all go
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You will find it's warm inside the red light's burning bright tonight
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Charlotte isn't it time you stopped this mad life
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Don't you ever think about the bad times
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Why do you have to live this way
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Do you enjoy your lay or is it the pay
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Sometimes when you're strolling down the avenue
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The way you walk it makes men think of having you
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When you're walking down the street
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Everybody stops and turns to stare at you
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22 the avenue that's the place where we all go
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You will find it's warm inside the red light's burning bright tonight
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Beat her mistreat her do anything that you please
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Bite her excite her make her get down on her knees
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Abuse her misuse her she can take all that you've got
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Caress her molest her she always doest what you want
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You're running away don't you know what you're doing
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Can't you see it'll lead you to ruin
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Charlotte you've taken your life and you've thrown it away
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You believe that because what you're earning
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Your life's good don't you know that you're hurting
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All the people that love you don't cast them aside
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All the men that are constantly drooling
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It's no life for you stop all that screwing
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You're packing your bags and you're coming with me
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22 Acacia Avenue
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Iron Maiden |