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Someone's always coming around here, trailing some new kill |
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I said I seen your picture on a hundred dollar bill |
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And what's a game of chance to you is one of real skill |
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So glad to meet you Angeles |
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Picking up the ticket shows there's money to be made |
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Go on and lose the gamble that's the history of the trade |
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You add up all the cards left to play to zero |
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And sign up with evil Angeles |
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Don't start me trying now |
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Oh, oh, oh ,oh, oh, oh |
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'Cause I'm all over it, Angeles |
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I could make you satisfied in everything you do |
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All your secret wishes could right now be coming true |
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And be forever with my poison arms around you |
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No one's gonna fool around with us |
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No one's gonna fool around with us |
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And no one's gonna fool around with us |
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And no one's gonna fool around with us |
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And I'm so glad to meet you Angeles |
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And no one's gonna fool around with us... |
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And no one's gonna fool around with us |
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And no one's gonna fool around with us |
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And no one's gonna fool around with us |
