| Loose lips and poker chips
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| If you’re gonna talk speakeasy to me
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| Trash Can Louie knows the secret word
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| For a shiny dime he’ll give it to me
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| They pay the fuzz and rub the judge
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| Grease the local D. A
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| It’s down at the end of lonely street
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| Where Ruby’s doves give it away
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| And behind the two-way mirrors
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| Cheap and nasty, nasty girls
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| Threads just disappear
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| Madam Ruby’s love boutique
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| A sex shop Mon Cheri
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| What this boy calls fun others call obscene
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| Madam Ruby’s love boutique
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| Cheeks as smooth as crepe de chine
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| At Madam Ruby’s love boutique
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| A snap-on diva from across the room
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| Blows a little kiss to me
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| You can smell the magic of that bone dragon
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| Swinging her hips over to me
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| Up the stairs and down the hall
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| To love room number five
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| Put your token in her vibrating box
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| And watch Sadie come, come alive |