| A little cash was took off me
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| While I lay there comfortably
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| I wouldn’t move to stop her theft
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| Her deft hand moved across my chest
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| She stole a glance, and stole a sigh
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| With her eye pressed up against my eye
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| The heat of her against my face
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| The little dead girl, the little fish
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| I heard the horns in the square play
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| At the end, at the end of the day
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| While boys and girls did promenade
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| In the room I stayed with her
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| I knew she wouldn’t steal from me
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| Yeh, she lay there trustworthy
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| No gold digger, tonight with me
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| She gripped me goldly, and naively
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| The horns died down, and thunder cracked
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| As I rolled over on my back
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| She still lay just to my right
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| And I to her left, to her left that night |