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Katie got a ride home |
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She couldn't afford the fare |
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She offered the taxi driver |
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Her body then and there |
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The driver took advantage |
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The cab was dark and cold |
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Katie got her kicks that way |
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Searching for her soul |
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They'd say: 'Oh no, Katie' |
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They'd say: 'Shame on you' |
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You'd say: 'What's your problem? |
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It's what I like to do!' |
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They'd say: 'Oh no, Katie' |
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They'd say: 'Shame on you' |
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You'd say: 'What's your problem? |
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It's what I like to do!' |
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The night was dark in town |
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And the driver sweat and moaned |
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Katie looked over his shoulder |
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And faked her pleasure groans |
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Katie stepped into the cold street |
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The rain was pouring down |
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She opened up her battered door |
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In this dirty town |
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They'd say: 'Oh no, Katie' |
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They'd say: 'Shame on you' |
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You'd say: 'What's your problem? |
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It's what I like to do!' |
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They'd say: 'Oh no, Katie' |
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They'd say: 'Shame on you' |
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You'd say: 'What's your problem? |
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It's what I like to do!' |
