| Oh the romance of these harbour towns
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| Lights that shimmer on canals
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| And in the bottom of your glass
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| The air buzzing with foreign tongues
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| And the occasional cries
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| Of sailors, tramps and rock 'n' rollers. |
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| (Hey babe you look so hot tonight
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| Hey come over here I’ll treat you right)
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| 'Cause. |
| .
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| A man’s a man all right
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| Just like any other man
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| He’ll search the town tonight
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| For a fifty dollar love affair
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| And another taste of cheap delight
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| Street food sizzling outside
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| Washed down with the local poison
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| These back alleys with their pinkish lights
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| And the occasional cries
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| Of smugglers, bums and credit card holders. |
| .
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| (Hey babe I feel so good tonight
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| I got shore leave and I sure ain’t leavin' here till I prove that. |
| . |
| .)
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| A man’s a man all right
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| Just like any other man
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| He’ll search the town tonight
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| For a fifty dollar love affair |