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[ti:Street Hassle]
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[ar:Lou Reed]
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[al:Discover Further]
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Waltzing Matilda whipped out her wallet
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The sexy boy smiled in dismay
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She took out four twenties, 'cause she liked round figures
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Everybody's a queen for a day
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Oh, babe, I'm on fire and you know I admire
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Your body, why don't we slip away?
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Although I'm sure you're certain, it's a rarity me flirtin'
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Sha la la la, this way
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Oh, sha la la la la, sha la la la la
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Hey, baby, why don't we slip away
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Luscious and gorgeous, oh what a hunk of muscle!
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Call out the national guard
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She creamed in her jeans as he picked up her means
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From off of the formica topped bar
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And cascading slowly, he lifted her wholly
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And boldly out of this world
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And despite people's derision, proved to be more than diversion
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Sha la la la, later on
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And then sha la la la la, he entered her slowly
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And showed her where he was coming from
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And then sha la la la la, he made love to her gently
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It was like she'd never ever come
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And then sha la la la la, sha la la la la
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When the sun rose and he made to leave
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You know, sha la la la la, sha la la la la
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Neither one regretted a thing
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Hey, that cunt's not breathin' bybe
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I think she's had too much
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Of something or other, you know what I mean
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I don't mean to scare you
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But you're the one who came here
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And you're the one who's gotta take her when you leave
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I'm not being smart
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Or trying to be cold on my part
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And I'm not gonna wear my heart on my sleeve
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But you know people get all emotional
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And sometimes man, they just don't act rational
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You know, they think they're just on TV
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Sha la la la, sha la la la hey hey
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Why don't you just slip her away?
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You know, I'm glad that we met, man
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It really was nice talking
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And I really wish that there was a little more time to speak
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But you know it could be a hassle
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Trying to explain myself to a police officer
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About how it was that your old lady got herself stiffed
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And it's not like we could help
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But there was nothing no one could do
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And if there was, man, you know I would have been the first
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Well, it's a universal truth
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But when someone turns that blue
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And then you just know that bitch will never fuck again
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By the way, that's really some bad shit
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That you came to our place with
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But you ought to be more careful around the little girls
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It's either the best or it's the worst
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And since I don't have to choose
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I guess I won't and I know this ain't no way to treat a guest
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But why don't you grab your old lady by the feet?
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And just lay her out on the darkened street
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And by morning, she's just another hit and run...
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You know, some people got no choice
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And they can't never find a voice
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To talk with that they can even call their own
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So the first thing that they see
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That allows them the right to be
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Why they follow it?
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You know, it's called bad luck
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Sha la la la la, sha la la la la, sha la la la la
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Sha la la la la, sha la la la la, sha la la la la
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Sha la la la la, sha la la la la, sha la la la la
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Sha la la la la, sha la la la la, sha la la la la
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Believe me, that it's just a lie
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That's what she tells her friends
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'Cause the real song, the real song
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Which she won't even admit to herself
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Beat narrow heart, the song lots of people know
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It's a painful song, it'll only say the truth
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It lasts for sad songs
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Penny for a wish
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A wish won't make you a soldier
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A pretty kiss or a pretty face
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Can't have it's way
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The champs like us who were born to play
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Love is gone away
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And there's no one here now
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And there's nothing left to say
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But, oh, how I miss him, baby
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Oh, baby, come on and slip away
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Come on, baby, why don't you slip away?
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Love is gone away
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Took the rings off my fingers
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And there's nothing left to say
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But, oh how, oh how I need him, baby
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Come on, baby, I need you baby
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Oh, please don't slip away
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I need your loving so bad, babe
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Please don't slip away
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