| Got a feelin' I’ve been here before
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| Watchin' as you cross the killin' floor
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| You know you’ll have to pay it all
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| You’ll pay today or pay tomorrow
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| You fasten up your beaded gown
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| Then you try to tie me down
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| Do you work it out one by one
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| Or played in combination
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| You throw out your gold teeth
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| Do you see how they roll?
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| I have seen your iron and your brass
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| Can’t you see it shine behind the glass
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| Your fortune is your roving eye
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| Your mouth and legs, your gift for the runaround
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| Torture is the main attraction
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| I don’t need that kind of action
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| You don’t have to dance for me
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| I’ve seen your dance before
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| Do you throw out your gold teeth?
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| Do you see how they roll?
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| Tobacco they grow in Peking
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| In the year of the Locust
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| You’ll see a sad thing
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| Even Cathy Berberian knows
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| There’s one roulade she can’t sing
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| Dumb luck my friend
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| Won’t suck me in this time
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| Tobacco they grow in Peking
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| In the year of the Locust
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| You’ll see a sad thing
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| Even Cathy Berberian knows
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| There’s one roulade she can’t sing
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| Dumb luck my friend
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| Won’t suck me in this time
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| Got a feelin' I’ve been here before
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| Won’t you let me help you find the door?
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| All you got to do is use
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| Your silver shoes, a gift for the runaround
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| Use your knack darlin'
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| Take one step back darlin'
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| There ain’t nothing in Chicago
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| For a monkey woman to do
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| Do you throw out your gold teeth?
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| Do you see how they roll? |