| I was walking on down the alley
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| When a face I’ve never seen
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| Came so from deep in the darkness
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| And his mouth came on real mean
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| And I saw that he’d been liquored
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| And he staggered up to -- you know -- he staggered up to his feet
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| And he said, «Boy, you’d better move real slow
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| And gimme your money please.»
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| He said, «Gimme your money please.»
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| Wasn’t that strange
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| Wasn’t that strange indeed
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| Wasn’t that strange
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| Wasn’t that strange indeed
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| He said, «Gimme your money please.»
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| He said, «Gimme your money please.»
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| Being born and raised in New York
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| There ain’t nothing you won’t see
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| 'Cause the streets are filled with bad goings-on
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| And you know that’s no place to be
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| But my car broke down in the evening
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| You know it just stopped stone cold
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| Stopped stone cold in the street
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| And a dirty mean man with sharp glass eyes
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| He said, «Gimme your money please.»
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| He said, «Gimme your money please.»
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| Wasn’t that strange
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| Wasn’t that strange indeed
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| Wasn’t that strange
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| Wasn’t that strange indeed
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| He said, «Gimme your money please.»
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| He said, «Gimme your money please.»
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| Being born and raised in New York
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| There ain’t nothing you won’t see
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| 'Cause the streets are filled with bad goings-on
|
| And you know that’s no place to be
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| But my car broke down in the evening
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| You know it just stopped stone cold
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| Stopped stone cold in the street
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| And a dirty mean man with a shotgun in his hand
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| He said, «Gimme your money please.»
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| He said, «Gimme your money please.»
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| Wasn’t that strange
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| Wasn’t that strange indeed
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| Wasn’t that strange
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| Wasn’t that strange indeed
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| He said, «Gimme your money please.»
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| He said, «Gimme your money please.»
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| He said, «Gimme your money please.»
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| He said, «Gimme your money please.»
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| (Awww!) |