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Battin-Fowley |
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Shining like a light bulb in the San Francisco fog |
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She makes her way down the sidewalk, walkin' with her guard dog |
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Here comes a sailor with money in his hands |
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You knows he wants to pay her but he doesn't, he doesn't understand. |
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She's Neon Rose with the frozen nose, only out for fun |
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Neon Rose who always glows a lady with the gun. |
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Blazing like a bonfire on a chilly winter night |
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Headed for the city bank with a load of dynamite |
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Here comes a soldier in a dented rented car |
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He wants to hold her but he's no gangster superstar. |
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And she's Neon Rose with the frozen nose, only out for fun |
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Neon Rose who always glows a lady with the gun. |
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Never get married, never secretary |
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Too bright to be tied down |
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The streets at night are your delight |
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With easy money all around |
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Easy money all around. |
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Hey, you are burnin' like a baseball on a Thursday painted blue |
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Don't you just have that old feeling, baby, that you know someone's watching you ? |
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Here comes your mama, it's time, baby, it's time to go to school |
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Just another wasted night, hey baby, dreaming you're so cool. |
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You're Neon Rose with the frozen nose, only out for fun |
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Neon Rose who always glows a lady with the gun. |
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Neon Rose with the frozen nose, only out for fun |
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Neon Rose who always glows a lady with the gun, a lady with the gun. |