| The treacherous streetlights
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| Call for the blinders
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| Glaring the dark sides of
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| The rule of supply and demand
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| I’ll never be street wise
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| But signs of the times I know
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| Will reveal themselves in beastly shapes
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| Shoved inside a container when fifteen
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| Shipped on board a boat bound for Seville
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| Recycled by the members of the crew
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| She ends up on the streets of downtown Oslo
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| And defiant and proud she stands her ground at night
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| And I don’t know how she feels but I know it ain’t right
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| The treacherous streetlights
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| Call for the blinders
|
| Glaring the dark sides of
|
| The rule of supply and demand
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| I’ll never be street wise
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| But signs of the times I know
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| Will reveal themselves in beastly shapes
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| Swinging hips and smiles from ivory teeth
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| There is a darker story underneath
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| And you say, «She sure enough makes this part of town look good, now.»
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| Is it professional face that appeals the most to you?
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| And now swallow hard, play the game, get through the night
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| Get on
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| And now, I don’t know how she feels but I know it ain’t right
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| The treacherous streetlights
|
| Call for the blinders
|
| Glaring the dark sides of
|
| The rule of supply and demand
|
| I’ll never be street wise
|
| But signs of the times I know
|
| Will reveal themselves in beastly shapes
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| Wow, wow, wow
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| The treacherous streetlights
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| Call for the blinders
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| I’ll never be street wise
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| But signs of the times I know
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| Will reveal themselves in beastly shapes
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| Beastly shapes |