| You keep your New York Joys
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| I’m going to Illinois
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| Just as fast as I can
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| You New York women think
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| You’ll make a fool of any man
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| Play all kinds of games
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| And you’ll cheat if you can
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| Use love like a tool
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| Make a man a fool
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| What a beautiful motto
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| Got my money, that’s it
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| How can you mind if I split
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| Going back where a woman
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| Really knows the way to treat a man
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| And people are friendly
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| Without no hidden plan
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| It’s the best in the midwest
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| It’s a real darn city full of
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| Good folks who come from home
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| And when I get back
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| I’ll never roam far
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| From my little Chitown
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| Goodbye, farewell
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| I might see you later
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| Going to Chicago
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| Sorry but I can’t take you
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| I come from Chitown
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| Going back to my town
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| Going to Chicago
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| Sorry but I can’t take you
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| No use in crying
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| Tired of your lying
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| There ain’t nothing in Chicago
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| That a monkey woman can do
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| I got to quit you
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| Can’t make it with you
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| When you see me coming, baby
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| Raise your window high
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| Hide your window to the sky, yeah
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| When you see me coming, baby
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| Raise your window high
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| Catch me passing on the fly, yeah
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| But when you see me passing, baby
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| Hang your head and cry
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| Search your soul and
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| Wonder why, yeah
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| Hurry, hurry down sunshine
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| And see what tomorrow brings
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| Tomorrow, tomorrow
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| Hurry, hurry, hurry down sunshine
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| And see what tomorrow brings
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| Tomorrow, tomorrow
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| Well, the sun went down
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| And tomorrow brought us rain
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| Tomorrow brought sorrow
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| You’re so mean and evil
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| You do things you ought not do
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| My, you’re a mean one
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| First time I’ve seen one
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| You’re so mean and evil
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| You do things you ought not do
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| You used to be cool
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| Now find a new fool
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| Got my brand of honey
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| But I won’t have to
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| Put up with you
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| Hate you and your town
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| That’s why I got
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| To put you down
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| Goodbye
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| Look at me
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| I’m as helpless as a kitten up a tree
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| And I feel like I’m clinging to a cloud
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| I can’t understand
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| I get misty, holding your hand
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| Walk my way
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| And a thousand violins begin to play
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| Or it might be the sound of your hello
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| That music I hear
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| I get misty the moment you’re near
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| You can say that you’re leading me on
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| But it’s just what I want you to do
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| Don’t you realize how hopelessly I’m lost
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| That’s why I’m following you
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| On my own
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| Would I wander through this wonderland alone
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| Never knowing my right foot from my left
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| My hat from my glove
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| I get misty, and too much in love
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| Don’t you realize how hopelessly I’m lost
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| That’s why I’m following you
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| On my own
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| Would I wander through this wonderland alone
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| Never knowing my right foot from my left
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| My hat from my glove
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| I get misty, and too much in love
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| I’m too misty, and too much in love |