| Third floor walk-up
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| One block east of Chinatown
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| She walked by my window
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| While the rain is pouring down
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| Looking in she sees
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| The easy money lying everywhere
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| And it’s clear she don’t approve
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| (And it’s clear she don’t approve)
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| Through a cloud of smoke
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| I shoot a little smile over there
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| And I know what she’s thinking
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| She know Mah-Jong
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| Mah-Jong she don’t play
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| She know Mah-Jong
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| Waste your life away
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| (Don't you throw it away)
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| She know Mah-Jong
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| Mah-Jong she don’t play
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| But she loves the player
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| With the dark eyes burning
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| I am opening the wall
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| (Can there be no other chance?)
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| I feel my fortune’s turning
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| And I wish for nothing else at all
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| (Than to run to her)
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| Looking up I see her signal
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| With her fingers through her hair
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| Telling me the hands are clean
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| Understanding well
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| I turn a dragon tail into a pair
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| And the game is over
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| She know Mah-Jong
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| Mah-Jong she don’t play
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| (She don’t play)
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| She know Mah-Jong
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| Waste your life away
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| (Don't you throw it away)
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| She know Mah-Jong
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| Mah-Jong she don’t play
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| Though I don’t obey her
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| Still she loves the player
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| She know Mah-Jong
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| Mah-Jong she don’t play
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| She know Mah-Jong
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| Waste your life away
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| (Don't you throw it away)
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| She know Mah-Jong
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| Mah-Jong she don’t play
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| Though I don’t obey her
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| Still she loves the player
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| Three floors up from where the lanterns
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| Light the parlors on the street
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| There awaits another world
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| (There awaits another world)
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| And though there are not many things
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| Upon which she and I agree
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| We enjoy the difference
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| She know Mah-Jong
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| Mah-Jong she don’t play
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| (Don't you play)
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| She know Mah-Jong
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| Waste your life away
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| (Don't you throw it away)
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| She know Mah-Jong
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| Mah-Jong she don’t play
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| Though I don’t obey her
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| Still she loves the player |