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(Bator/James/Tregunna) |
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Hot love and cold steel/Struttin' like Pink Panther |
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Ain't got no plans/I ain't a boy and I ain't no man |
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Hanging on the corner/Just waiting for some action |
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There's cops in squad cars/Looking at me like I'm Bily The Kid |
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Chorus |
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Live for the nightime |
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Sleeping all day |
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Nightime is the right time |
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Murder style...its the way I talk/walk |
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Leather and black lace/Boys all wearing make-up |
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If looks could kill/It gives the girls such a thrill |
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Spiked heels on cold stone/Footsteps echo in the darkness |
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I wanna-I wanna-I wanna-/I want it right now |
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Chorus |
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The Lipstick killers of London Town |
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The street-beat cool of New York City |
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The cat walks in Gay Paree' |
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Struttin'through towns without pity |
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Nighstalkers/We are the streetwalkers |
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Just you and me/A menace to society |
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We're lady killers/I'm a hard core thriller |
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I whisper "I loves ya"/The words are empty as her stolen purse |
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Chorus |
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..I gotta' get outta' this place |
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I got murder style with feline grace |
