| Billie
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| Yeah? |
| Yeah, Jerry
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| These are for you. |
| There’s a car waiting for you upstairs
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| Oh, thanks, Jerry
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| Here’s your money, Yvonne
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| A car waiting for me upstairs
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| Don’t flash them moon eyes at me, girl. |
| I didn’t send you nothing
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| There was never a doubt in my mind. |
| Besides, there’s a card, and you probably
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| can’t even write
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| Don’t have to know how to read, neither, to know what that card’s saying
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| If he spent as much time running his numbers as he does them damn gardenias,
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| he could have one hell of a business
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| Jerry?
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| Huh?
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| Tell him the answer is no
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| No?
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| No
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| That’ll show him, 'cause he usually gets everyone he wants
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| He can get this one, too, but not on the first night
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| Good night, lady
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| Good night, Billie
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| Good night, Jerry
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| What’s the matter? |
| You don’t like gardenias?
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| They’re okay
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| So?
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| So you don’t put them on just to go to someone’s apartment for a late-night
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| supper
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| Hohohoho, so that’s how it is?
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| Mmhmm, that’s how it is
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| Pardon me, lady, I must have got you mixed up with someone who used to reside
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| at Missus, um … what’s her name?
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| If that’s what you thought, why’d you give me them damn flowers?
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| Why didn’t you just give me some money?
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| Ahaha, I did
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| Hey, Billie, now. |
| Hey, listen, listen, all right? |
| You don’t mind if I call you
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| Billie, do you?
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| Don’t call me nothing
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| No, listen. |
| Listen, I know a place downtown. |
| It’s open all night.
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| A fantastic place. |
| You can eat. |
| You can have food. |
| You can dance.
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| You can do anything you want. |
| Now, come on, and let’s go on down
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| Just like the late-night-supper stuff?
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| No, no, no, this is for real, baby. |
| Listen, there’s my car right there.
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| We can go on right down there right now. |
| Listen, I like you |