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Sit down on the corner, just a little crime |
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When I make my money, got to get my dime |
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Sit down with her baby, wind is full of trash |
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She bold as the street light, dark and sweet as hash |
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Way down in the hollow, leavin' so soon |
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Oh, St. Teresa, higher than the moon |
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Reach down for the sweet stuff, when she looks at me |
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I know any man sees you like I see |
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Follow down the side street movin' single file |
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She say... |
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"That's where I'll hold you, sleepin' like a child" |
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Way down in the hollow, leavin' so soon |
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Oh, St. Teresa, higher than the moon |
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Just what I've been needin', feel it rise in me |
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She say... |
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"Every stone a story, like a rosary" |
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Corner St. Teresa, just a little crime |
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When I make my money, got to get my dime |
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Way down in the hollow, leavin' so soon |
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Oh, St. Teresa, higher than the moon |
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You called up in the sky |
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You called up in the clouds |
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Is there something you forgot to tell me... |
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Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me |
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Show me, my Teresa, feel it rise in me |
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Every stone a story, like a rosary |
