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Your baby's out running around |
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Hanging with the crowd |
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Putting your business in the street |
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Talking out loud |
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Saying you bought her this and that |
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And how much you spent |
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I swear she must believe it's all heaven sent |
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Hey boy, you better bring the woman around |
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To the sad truth |
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The dirty Lowdown |
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Who? I wonder who |
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Taught her how to talk like that |
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Who? I wonder who |
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Nothing you can't handle |
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Nothing you ain't got |
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Put the money on the table and drive it off the lot |
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Turn on that old lovelight |
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And turn a "maybe" to a "yes" |
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Same old schoolboy game |
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That got you into this mess |
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Hey son, better get on back to town |
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And face the sad old truth |
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The dirty Lowdown |
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Who? I wonder who |
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Put those ideas in your head |
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Who? I wonder who |
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You ain't got to be so bad-got to be so cold |
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This dog eat dog existence sure is getting old |
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Got to have a Jones for this-a Jones for that |
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This running with the Joneses, boy |
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just ain't where it's at |
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Hey son, you gonna come back around |
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To the sad, sad truth |
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The dirty Lowdown |
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Who? I wonder who |
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Got you thinking like that |
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Who? I wonder who |
