| Don’t ask me who I am, baby
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| It’s just a little talk
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| 'cause every dog in Moscow city
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| Knows my easy walk.
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| Always with the bad boys,
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| Always with the knife,
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| You see it in the movies, baby-
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| I see it in my life.
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| Bully, bully, bully — they call me, man
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| Bully, bully, bully — that’s just what I am.
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| I was a troubler at home, baby
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| A trouble — maker at school,
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| They tried to change & fix me-
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| But nobody’s fool
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| I was lucky in love, baby
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| I was lucky with cards
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| Million broken windows
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| Million broken hearts
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| Bully, bully, bully with the broken teeth
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| Bully, bully, bully — that’s the name of my biz
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| And now I’m standing on stage, baby
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| But nothing’s gonna change
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| I’ll stay a wild young, Tartar
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| Till the old man’s age
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| I do the bad things — You like it,
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| I make the noise — you pay
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| Twenty-three years, twenty-three years
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| Twenty-three years forever man
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| Twenty-three years Goddamn… |