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I've seen those good-time girls. |
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I've seen the way they move, |
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They way they wear their hair, |
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The things they do! |
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They've got pretty painted faces. |
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They've got long silk-smooth thighs, |
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And I've heard all about the way they kiss goodnight! |
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I want a pretty baby! |
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Her love would be a luxury. |
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I want a pretty baby! |
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Diamond on a pebble beach. |
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They fall in love for one night. |
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They live on lipstick and gin! |
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I don't even know their names, |
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But I want to be their friend. |
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They've got pretty painted faces. |
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They've got long silk-smooth thighs, |
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And I've heard all about the way they kiss goodnight! |
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I want a pretty baby! |
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Her love would be a luxury. |
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I want a pretty baby! |
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Diamond on a pebble beach. |
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There's no trap sweeter than a woman! |
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You are soon hypnotized. |
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She speaks soft like the breeze, |
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On this summer night. |
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She's a wild fire, |
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That burns my heart: |
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A wicked temptation that tears me apart! |
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I want a pretty baby! |
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Her love would be a luxury. |
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I want a pretty baby! |
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Diamond on a pebble beach. |
