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Oh the shark yeah, pretty teeth dear |
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And he shows them pearly white |
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Just a jack knife has MacHeath, dear |
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And he keeps it out of sight |
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When that shark bites with his teeth, dear |
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Scarlet billows start to spread |
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Fancy gloves though wears MacHeath, dear |
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So there's not a trace of red |
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On the sidewalk, Sunday morning |
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Lies a body once alive |
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Someone's sneaking around the corner |
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Is that someone Mack the knife? |
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Some are children of the darkness |
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Some are children of the sun |
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You can see the sons of daylight |
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Sons of dark are seen by none |
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And the shark has pretty teeth dear |
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And he shows them pearly white |
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Just a jack knife has MacHeath, dear |
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And he keeps it out of sight |
