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City streets where the steam and the heat never goes to sleep |
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What a sight all the yellow and tans and the black and whites |
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There's also a dark shade of blue struttin' along two by two |
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Their guns hangin' low like the cowboys you dig in the old gunfights |
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But still |
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I got hooked on them big apple blues |
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And I got hung up on them big apple blues |
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And I got strung up on them big apple blues |
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I ain't got nothin' to lose |
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Them hot licks from the hicks satisfy the |
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Manhattan chicks |
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Them cool schmucks get their hooks on the bucks with their sexy looks |
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They all know how to do what good little girls shouldn't do |
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I don't care 'bout evasion cos all o' that hassle sucks |
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But still |
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I got hooked on them big apple blues |
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And I got hung up on them big apple blues |
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And I got strung up on them big apple blues |
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I ain't got nothin' to lose |
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I got got turned on - |
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I got got turned on - |
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I got got turned on - |
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I got got turned on |
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I got got turned on - |
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I got got turned on - |
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I got got turned on - |
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I got got turned on |
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I got got turned on - |
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I got got hooked on - |
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I got got switched on - |
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I got got turned on |
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I got got turned on - |
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I got got hooked on - |
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I got got switched on - |
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I got got turned on yeah |
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City streets where the steam and the heat never goes to sleep |
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And city walls standing tall if you fall no-one hears you call |
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There are bodies all filled up with wine sayin' buddy have you got a dime |
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The apple ain't bad it's just bruised and |
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I'm glad that it's there at all |
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But still |
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I got hooked on them big apple blues |
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And I got hung up on them big apple blues |
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I got strung on switched on hooked on them big apple blues |
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I got hooked on snooked on cooked on them big apple blues |
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Why I got to hang on to hang on to hang on to hang on to them blues |
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Why I got hooked on cooked on snooked on them big apple blues |
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And I got hooked on them big apple blues |
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I ain't got nothin' to lose |
