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(Dickie Peterson & Dieter Saller) |
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Oooh, sweet, sweet child |
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Yeah, whoa, oooh! |
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You know the game and you learn it well |
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Strapped for your time and your long blond hair |
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Make your bet, lay it down |
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You never, ever put you to the ground. |
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I know I'll see you down on |
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Herman street |
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That's probably where you're gonna cut your meat |
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You meet some people that are most of 'em men |
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With a little luck honey, you might find a friend. |
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Yow! Sweet, sweet child |
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Ooh yeah! |
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You know the way, you ride the jam |
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Give your money to some rich man |
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Just remember when it's all said and done |
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I'm here sweet child of the |
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Reeperbahn. |
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I see the girls walking right on the street |
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The hungry eyes and the men |
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I meet I see them looking right through the flash |
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That kind of love don't last. |
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Oooh, sweet, sweet child! (Oh, come here, baby. Won't you put on these high heels, try this garter belt on, hey that butcher bra looks real good on you baby, ha ha yeah) |
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Ooooh, Sweet, sweet child |
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You look so good! |
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Ooh, you know the game and you learn it well |
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Strapped for your time and your long black hair |
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Make your bet, lay it down |
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You'll never, throw give you to the ground. |
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I know I'll see you down on |
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Herman street |
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That's probably where you're gonna cut your tea |
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You meet some people that are most of 'em men |
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With a little luck honey, you might find a friend. |
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Oh, sweet, sweet child of the |
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Reeperbahn. |
