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I always wanted my name in the papers |
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Before Aremus, I used to date this well to do ugly bootlegger |
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He used to like to take me out and show me off |
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Ugly guys like to do that |
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Once it said in the paper |
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"Gangland's Al Capelli |
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Seen with cute red-headed Corenne" |
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That was me, I clipped it out and saved it |
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Look I'm gonna tell you the truth |
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Not that the truth really matters |
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But I'm gonna tell you anyway |
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The thing is see, I'm older than I ever intended to be |
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And all my life I wanted to be a dancer |
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In Vaudeville, ooh yeah |
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Have my own act, but no, no, no |
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They always turned me down |
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It was one big world full of no, life |
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Then Amus came along, sweet, safe, Amus who never says no |
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You know, some guys are like mirrors |
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And when I catch myself in Amus's face |
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I'm always a kid, you could love a guy like that |
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Look now I gotta tell you |
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Now I hope this ain't too crude |
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In the bed department, Amus was zero |
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I mean when we went to bed |
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He made love to me like he was |
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Fixing a carburator or something |
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I love ya, honey I love ya |
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Anyway to make a long story short |
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I started fooling around |
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Then I started screwing around |
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Which is fooling around without dinner |
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I gave up the Vaudeville idea |
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Because well, after all those years |
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He sorta figured opportunities just passed you by |
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Ooh, it ain't, oh, no, no, no, no, babe, it ain't |
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If this film guy gets me off |
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And with all this publicity, now I got me a world full of yes |
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The name on everybody's lips is gonna be Roxie |
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The Lady raking in the chips is gonna be Roxie |
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I'm gonna be a celebrity that means somebody everyone knows |
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They're gonna recognize my eyes |
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My hair, my teeth, my boobs, my nose |
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From just some dumb mechanic's wife |
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I'm gonna be Roxie |
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Who says that murder's not an art |
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And who in case she doesn't hang |
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Can say she started with a bang |
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Roxie heart |
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I gotta get me some boys |
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I'm gonna get me a whole bunch of boys |
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They're gonna wait outside in line to get to see Roxie |
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Think of those autographs outside, good luck to you, Roxie |
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And I'll appear in a Lavaliere that goes all the way down to my waist |
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Here a ring, there a ring, everywhere a ring-a-ling |
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But always in the best of taste |
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I'm a star and they love me and I love them |
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And they love me for loving them |
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And I love them for loving me and we love each other |
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That's because none of us got enough love in our childhood |
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And that's showbiz, kid |
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She's giving up her hum-drum life |
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I'm gonna be a Roxie |
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She made to stand tall and a star |
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And Sophie duck her old ship I know |
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To see her name yet build below |
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Roxie, Roxie heart |
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Those are my boys, bye |