| I’ll tell you little secret make you want to jump and shout
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| when you talk to me in circles take your foot out of your mouth
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| it’s hard enough to make it when you’re livin' on the street
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| and you want to tell somebody but you got to be discreet
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| then you catch your girlfriend with her skirt hiked up to here
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| honey, don’t get mad, get even
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| don’t get mad, get even
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| say the times they be a-changin' though the blind lead the blind
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| you know your head is empty though there’s somethin' on your mind
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| been shackin' up with Lucy, then when the morning comes
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| you’re with Sally in the alley and the junkies and the bums
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| you wonder why your girlfriend has her skirt hiked up to here
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| honey, don’t get mad, get even
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| Don’t get mad, get even
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| (…'til I can see the white o' your eyes, baby…)
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| (…I'm gonna kick ass…)
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| (…just wait 'til you see what I got in store for you)
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| roll the dice get lucky 'cause they roll you for the dime
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| you got nothin' else to lose if you only lose your mind
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| when pleasure that is shallow causes trouble to be deep
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| you’ve been dusted with the devil while he sweeps you off your feet
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| I’ll tell you little secret make you want to jump and shout
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| when you talk to me in circles take your foot out of your mouth
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| it’s hard enough to make it when you’re livin' on the street
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| and you hate to be a wiseguy when your feet are in concrete
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| oh, sleepin' with the dogs, and you wake up with the fleas
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| honey, don’t get mad, get even |