| They call her the lady of the night
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| She’s a woman of the world
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| And easy-living girl with love for sale
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| That’s what they call her the lady of the night
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| No one seems to know her name
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| And even less about the place
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| From where she came
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| Every evening when the night is close at hand
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| You’ll find the lady on the Rue d’Avignon
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| In a half lit hotel doorway the lady advertises warmly
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| It’s just a job but she’ll do the best she can
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| Don’t try to change this lady of the night
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| She’s a lot like you and me
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| And less than what she seems to be
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| (She is the lady of the night)
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| And easy-living girl
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| (she is the lady of the night)
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| She’s a woman of the world
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| (she is the lady of the night)
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| With lots of loving for sale
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| (she is the lady of the night)
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| Lady lady of the night
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| Round here they call her the lady of the night
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| In a perfume hotel room
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| Shadows dance upon the wall and fate at dawn
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| She’s no beginner this lady of the night
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| Never try that funny stuff
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| 'cause lady can be tough
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| Be warned!
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| (She is the lady of the night)
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| She’s a lot like you and me
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| (she is the lady of the night)
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| And never just what she seems
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| (she is the lady of the night)
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| No one seems to know her name
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| (she is the lady of the night)
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| Or the place from where she came |