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I was a long way from home, on the streets of shame, |
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Where the women in cages play any kind of game. |
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That's when i saw her, and i looked into her eyes - |
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I don't speak the language, but i sure see the merchandise. |
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Oh, what could i say? i was hot for you. |
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When you walk that way, what's a man supposed to do? |
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Tell me where i draw the line, let me have it one more time. |
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She was a sight, she had a ring right through her nose. |
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A feeling came over me from my head right down to my toes. |
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Must have been the voodoo, or that trickery, |
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Like something in a movie by rico fellini. |
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Oh, what could i say? i was hot for you. |
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When you walk that way, what's a man supposed to do? |
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Tell me where i draw the line, let me have it one more time. |
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Black halter, walk the streets of shame. (repeat four times) |
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Well, i think she knew by now that i was no saint. |
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Is this the holy cow, waiting 'till i retain? |
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Left her angel line-up - i was begging her for more. |
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Standing on the concrete, i'm going to break down the door. |
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Oh, what could i do? i was hot for you. |
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When you walk that way, what's a man supposed to do? |
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Tell me where i draw the line, let me have it one more time. |
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Black halter, walk the streets of shame. (repeat and fade) |