| It was just another night
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| And I was out on a limb
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| Looking for someone
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| To help me back in
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| A couple of hours of cruising around
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| Brought me into a bar
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| And I sat me down
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| Nothing much to be found
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| So I got in to talking to the old bar man
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| He said:
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| «You got a problem I can understand
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| And I know a little lady
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| Who is all alone
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| If you find her she will take you home
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| She don’t like to spend her nights alone!»
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| They call her Easy
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| They say it’s not a way for a body to be
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| They call her Easy
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| She is giving out her love for free
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| I found her on the street
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| Like the bartender said
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| She was not great looking
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| But not that bad
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| Walked on up to her
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| And didn’t say a word
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| But my eyes were talking
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| And I think she heard
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| Yes, she heard me
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| We walked down the road
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| To a rundown farm
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| She lit a couple of candles
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| And she held out her arms
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| Lord, she was gentle as a windblown sigh
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| In the morning while dressing I could hear her cry
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| She was crying and I went flying out of there
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| The next day found me walking in ton
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| Saw the old bartender and I flagged him down
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| I thanked him for the girl
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| And told him that she pleased me
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| And laughed a little bit
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| About how she was easy
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| But the old man stopped me
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| With the look in his eye
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| He said
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| «You know I had hoped
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| You weren’t that kind of guy
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| Dream of the kind of world it could be
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| If we were with our loves like Easy»
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| It’s a hard world we must learn to be easy
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| In a cold world I must love the ones who please me
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| Easy! |