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Standin' here ev'ry night, |
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I'm wearin' my number, |
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but she said wear it, |
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touching up another fool. |
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In a jukebox job downin' blues |
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in her leopard-skin anklehigh boots |
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while I'm jackin' off |
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readin' Playboy on a hot afternoon. |
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I'm a three time loser. |
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Caught it up in Monterey, |
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shook it up in East Virginia, |
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now my friends say it's here to stay. |
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How dare you have a party |
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in a Chelsea basement |
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when the poor excited Jezebel said come outside. |
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She felt me up and kissed my face, |
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put her dirty hands down in my pants. |
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She took all of my money, |
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left me naked by the silvery moon. |
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I'm a three time loser. |
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Caught it up in Monterey, |
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shook it up in East Virginia, |
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now my friends say it's here to stay. |
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Roll away, roll away, all of you women; |
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I don't think I need you anymore. |
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There'll be no more doctor's bills, |
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there'll be no more swallowing pills. |
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And I've found a woman |
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that can witness that in blood out of me. |
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I'm a three time loser. |
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Caught it up in Monterey, |
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shook it up in East Virginia, |
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now my friends say it's here to stay. |
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I'm a three time loser. |
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Caught it up in Monterey, |
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shook it up in East Virginia, |
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now my friends say it's here to stay. |
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