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(McNabb) nd you're always here on time, |
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Lightly doused but in your prime, |
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Swollen belly, hangin' chin, juiced up when your horses win, |
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Do the ladies know? |
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Their perfumes hangin' in the salty air, |
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Do you wanna cross the line? |
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Meet you downtown in good time. |
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In the street they're gonna ball, |
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I'm just leanin' on a wall, |
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Find a bar without a seat, all the dealers get to meet, |
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Do the ladies know? |
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The music crashin' thru the smokey air, |
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If you're hangin on a dream, think you know just what |
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I mean. Me, somethin' in my heart, |
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Somethin' in my world |
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Over there is "Panama", chances are you'll see a "La", |
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This is where we come to play, |
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Won't you join us, won't you stay? |
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Do the ladies know? |
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Suspicion is a virtue to behold, |
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Little crazy, little high, hope |
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I get old before |
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I die. |
