| Well, in the evening when the sun goes down
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| Little Rita starts to creep around
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| Gets a flame in her blood, fire on her breath
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| Fourteen names notched on her breast
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| She got a rose tattooed on her thigh
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| Dead men scream and cry
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| And it drives my young blood wild
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| My baby’s got
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| She’s got the Cadillac walk…
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| When Rita turns down her bed
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| Grown men plead and beg
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| Baby, honey baby, don’t you know, you’re the one
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| I wanna carve your name on my love gun now
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| She look fine
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| Make me lose my mind
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| And I slobber down my side
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| My baby’s got
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| She’s got the Cadillac walk…
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| Lonely tonight, honey, won’t you hear me call
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| She said «Boy, I won’t make you crawl»
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| Little Rita pound by pound
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| Knows how down
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| Weep and cry to and fro
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| She’ll steal your heart, she’ll steal your gold
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| No matter what the cost
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| Makes my temperature rise
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| Feel real good inside
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| And she drives me out my mind
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| My baby’s got
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| She’s got the Cadillac walk… |