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Juke box in the corner scratches, sputters and toils |
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Sputters and toils, scratchy sputters and toils |
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She ain't that pretty but she knows how to howl |
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That hollow high cheekbone moan. |
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Bottoms up courage, the barstool drumrolls |
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A fortune teller looks worried so she swallows and chokes |
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You can't remember your name. Ain't nobody got a home. |
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Monkeys dance then turn into love |
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Bitch City, Bitch City gettin' your kicks |
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Gettin' your kicks, gettin' your kicks |
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Bitch City, Bitch City I wouldn't a' missed |
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Blow me a kiss back home |
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All the vulgar dandies with a rat a tat tat |
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The cute nubile cuties with a skip in their step |
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You've got to walk light when you're stepping in shit |
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Throwin' the dog a bone |
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Bitch City fangs really sink in your neck |
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Diggin' in those nails up and down your back |
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She's pantin' in your ear with a stench of breath |
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Ashin' a cigarette in your fresh beer |
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Bitch City, Bitch City gettin' your kicks |
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Gettin' your kicks, gettin' your kicks |
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Bitch City, Bitch City its over so quick |
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Blow me a kiss back home |
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Smudged mascara fuck |
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She won't let you sleep, she won't let you get up |
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She'll make you crawl on your knees and beg for her love |
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And the buzzing bee heat is her street's home |
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Cracked up dawn sucked the new moon dry |
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Burned out constellations in an invisible sky |
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Bitch City blowing smoke in your eyes |
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All bloodshot with love |
