| Who was that one you were telling me about the
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| other evening, you were singin' about the sister in the street gang
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| Uh you’re talkin' about… damn… say some words that I…
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| I got so much shit
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| …in the street life…
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| I’m lookin' for this lady
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| She’s special to me
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| So if by chance you see her
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| Won’t you hit me on the hip, will you please?
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| I went to Red Cross and I went to the station
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| I looked up missing persons
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| And I found out that she wasn’t there
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| Did she find, did she find
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| Did she find someone new?
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| Is it true?
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| Did she find, did she find
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| Did she find someone new?
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| I hope it’s not true
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| My sister came over with no smile on her face
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| She said, «You better sit down»
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| It’s gonna hurt, what she has to say
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| «That lady’s not yours, she belongs to the streets
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| Where gangsters and hustlers
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| Where they meet on 125C
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| She can never be yours, a housewife, you see
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| She belongs to the ghetto, my friend
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| She doesn’t belong to you or me
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| Did she find, did she find?»
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| See you could go two ways, it could be about drugs or
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| it could be about a woman |