| All up and down the boulevard
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| All the boys are looking hot
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| Tryina score, tryina make a pass
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| Anything at all, don’t have to last
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| Angel, she’s afraid now
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| She don’t know about the street guys
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| She don’t know how to hurt you deep
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| Let her play for keeps
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| Cut you like a knife, angel
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| When you survive
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| Cut you like a knife, angel
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| Street life
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| Blue hard hands and car trucks
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| Hustlers, lovers, come out the dark
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| They all know, and it’s a fact
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| Angel, you better stand back
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| Sun cools down, the street come to life
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| Here come the boys with all the drive
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| Anyone can do this
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| They don’t really care,
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| They cut you like a knife, angel
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| When you survie
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| Cut you like a knife, angel
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| Street life
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| All up and down the boulevard
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| All the boys are looking hot
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| Tryina score, tryina make a pass
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| Anything at all, don’t have to last
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| Cut you like a knife, angel
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| When you survive
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| Cut you like a knife, angel
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| Street life
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| Cut you like a knife, angel
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| When you survive
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| Cut you like a knife, angel
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| Street life. |