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One, two, three, four |
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Somewhere downtown a pretty girl kneels |
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Offers her soft lips and a handful of pills |
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Peels off her dress and then the rest of her skills |
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Buys what she wants and the rest she just steals |
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He speaks between deep swallows of rum |
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While her head is beating like a big bass drum |
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And she wishes he were mute and not just dumb |
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When the trick asked her quick, "Did you come?" |
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It's a drag, saluting that starry rag |
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I'd rather go blind for speaking my mind |
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Or use it just like a gag |
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So raise it in anger, just let it hang |
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American gangster time |
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He sits back and starts to invent |
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All about some |
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Saigon correspondent' |
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Til the carbine fell silent and spent |
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I never knew it could be so eloquent |
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Next week there'll be some fashionable new sin |
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For each harlot and each |
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PuritanPull off their wings, stick 'em on a pin |
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And just watch the money roll in |
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It's a drag, saluting that starry rag |
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I'd rather go blind for speaking my mind |
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Or use it just like a gag |
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So raise it in anger, just let it hang |
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American gangster time |
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What you got hidden up your sleeve? |
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The tracks of the train that were bidding you to leave |
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When they say that you should flatter to deceive |
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Don't count on any reprieve |
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The hands of the helpless are raised |
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Your dead little secrets are praised |
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The people stand dumbstruck and dazed |
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By the inches that you have erased |
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It's a drag, saluting that starry rag |
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I'd rather go blind for speaking my mind |
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Or use it just like a gag |
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So raise it in anger, just let it hang |
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American gangster time |
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Committing the perfect crime |
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In American gangster time |
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Here we go |
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Bye, byeAmerican gangster time |
