| Maureen got married to a sanitation worker
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| She’s livin' out in Brooklyn with her mother in law
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| And when her old man’s sleepin'
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| Maureen comes creepin' down to the local bar
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| She stands there by the juke box
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| In her violent lipstick
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| Givin' all the old men heart attacks
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| Oh Maureen, dial my number baby
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| You know that I will always take you back
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| Beat me, whip me, make me write bad checks
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| Oooh, I’d do anything for you
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| Oh, Maureen, don’t be so mean
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| You know I’ll always be in lust with you
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| You know I’m out there waitin' for you somewhere
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| I can feel the steam comin' offa you
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| Oh, Maureen, don’t be so mean
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| You know I’ll always be in lust with you
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| Maureen I never stopped thinkin' about you
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| Though you kicked me out on the street
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| Sayin' «take your songs and your Stratocaster
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| See if they’re half as good in bed as me»
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| Then one night out on the road
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| Called you on a payphone
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| «Forgive me, darlin', I’ll be back in a week»
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| A voice said, «Hey stoopid, she want a man not a kid
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| Maureen is comin' back to Canarsie with me»
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| Oh oh oh oh Maureen
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| You just don’t know how I feel
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| Oh oh oh, oh Maureen
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| I think I’m ready to scream
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| Oh oh oh oh Maureen
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| You just don’t know how I feel
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| Oh oh oh oh Maureen
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| Oh Maureen just the very thought of ya
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| Makes me weak at the knees
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| Just passin' by our old apartment
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| Sends my body shiverin'
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| Throwin' caution to the wind
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| I’m comin' back to Brooklyn
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| I’m gonna save you from yourself
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| Put on your violent lipstick
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| Meet me by the fire escape
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| Can’t bear to think about you wrapped around somebody else
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| Beat me, whip me, make me write bad checks…
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| Oh Maureen, I’ve been so bad
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| I deserve everything, Maureen
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| I need some of your sweet salvation
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| I deserve everything
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| Oh Maureen… |