| Girl I see you dressed to pretty, so sexy
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| Come from the village for a night in the city
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| Sitting all alone just drinking your whisky
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| Must be heartbroken, that’s such a pity
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| Girl watch your back, the night’s so gritty
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| Girl why you dressed like that? |
| And I’m certain
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| You can’t be here for fun, must be working
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| Everybody’s looking, high heels and miniskirt
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| Street 51, diamond in the dirt
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| Phnom Penh at night no place for a lady
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| Motives ulterior, vibe so shady
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| Baby are you sad? |
| You’ve fallen on hard times?
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| Or are you looking for something you can’t find?
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| Seems so innocent, hair all styled up
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| The night goes on, beer bottles pile up
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| Each man passing tries to bring up your smile
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| If there’s trouble is there a cousin you can dial up?
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| You here alone has got them all riled up
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| I’m alone too, the double standard
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| When you won’t do what society demands
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| And please don’t get mad, I’m just being candid
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| Under the bright lights you’re prey for randoms
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| Strutting around town like a prize bantams
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| Love you tonight then they’re gone like phantoms |
| Baby I guess that you take your chances
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| Drink cause you’re happy, despite their advances |