| Here comes The Rose, looking mighty fine
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| Here comes ol' Nancy, walking right in time
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| Here comes the stripper, bringing on the night
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| Here come the boys, faces hidden from the light
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| Walk through the shadows
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| Well, they come and they go
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| Only one thing on their mind:
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| Fire down below
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| Whoa, here come the rich man in his big, long limousine
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| Here come the poor man, all you got to have is green
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| Here come the banker, lawyer and the cop
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| One thing’s for certain, it’s never gonna stop
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| When it all gets too heavy
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| They come and they go. |
| There they go
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| One thing on their mi-mi-mi-mind:
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| Fire down below
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| Whoa, there they go
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| One thing on their mi-mi-mi-mi-mind:
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| Fire down below
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| It happens out in Vegas, Moline
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| On the blue-blood streets of Boston
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| In Berkley, out in Queens
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| Went on yesterday, it’s going on tonight
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| Somewhere there’s somebody
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| Treatin' somebody right
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| I’m lookin' at The Rose
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| I’m lookin' mighty fine
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| I walk the streets
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| I’ll find you any time
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| Where the street lights flicker
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| Bringing on the night
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| I’ll be slipping into darkness;
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| Slippin' out of sight
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| Oh, through the midnight
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| I come! |
| I go!
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| Only one thing on my my mind:
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| Fire down below
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| One thing on my my my mind:
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| Fire down below
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| Fire, fire, fire, hoo, hoo, hoo
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| One thing on my my mind:
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| Fire down below |