| Looks and youth ain’t everything
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| Experience is a quality that counts for a lot
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| The sad thing 'bout experience is by the time you’ve got it
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| It’s usually all you’ve got
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| I’m Belle, Belle, Belle the sleeping car
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| Doesn’t matter who you are
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| Just climb aboard to lie with me
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| And when you wake I’ll make you tea
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| A Pullman car when I was made
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| I went down for the seaside trade
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| I’m peeling now the light’s too bright
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| I wear dark glasses day and night
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| I had crystal lamps
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| Irish linen
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| It set off my red velvet dress
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| Those who rode on me compared me to
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| The Orient Express —
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| That was excessive
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| But now they climb aboard, undress
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| Don’t wait for me to whisper «yes»
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| Don’t say goodnight just hit the light
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| And worst of all turn over and go straight to sleep
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| Once I was real main liner
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| Enjoying the occasional smoke
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| Now I hang around the fuel dump
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| Sniffing the coke —
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| It really chokes me
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| Oh Belle Belle Belle the sleeping truck
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| I’m down at wheel down on my luck
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| I may not be first class but I’m not yet worst class
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| I can still warm you when the night is cold
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| I’m a sleeper with a heart of gold
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| I can still warm you when the night is cold
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| I’m a sleeper with a heart of gold |