| Every night downtown on the streets of the city
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| When the midnight hour is coming on
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| You’ll see her come slinking down the alley in a tight dress
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| She’ll walk them streets till the break of dawn
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| Well she’ll slip away fore the sun starts rising
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| When the daylight comes she’s going to be long gone
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| Don’t you ever come down here looking for trouble
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| Cause trouble is the ladies middle name
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| You may think you’re bad but let me tell you something
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| There ain’t no way you’re going to play her game
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| She’ll make you feel like a fool with a hole in your pocket
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| Like you’ve been run over by a choo-choo train
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| She purrs and she growls and she rambles and she prowls
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| And she’s evil and she’s mean like a misery machine
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| She’s a little bit of this and a whole lot of that like an alley cat
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| Better stay away from the midnight lady
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| She’ll leave you standing on the corner with a mess of the blues
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| She’s an accident looking for a place to happen
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| She’ll make you an offer that you can’t refuse
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| If she ever gets them claws into you
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| She’ll turn you every which a way but loose |