| Well I get up in the morning
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| Have a smoke, have a drink
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| Then I get dressed
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| I don’t want to get to work too late
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| 'Cause that bossman he’s a real mean son-of-a-bitch
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| Everything is so fast and so crazy
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| But the day still slowly slips on by
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| And when that five o’clock whistle starts to blow
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| I’ll be gone in a wink of an eye
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| Tonight, I’m gonna see my baby again
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| And that long haired girl will be smiling
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| When she sees me walkin' in
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| Well all right, she looks so good
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| That she just hasta be a sin
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| Tonight, I’m gonna see my baby again
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| We’ll walk over to the East Street Montgomery Pier
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| She says she likes holding something dangerous
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| She pulls me close and whispers in my ear
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| She says, «Come here little boy
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| I’ll put my pussy right on your face
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| Because my fever is runnin' hot and high
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| And you’re the boy that makes me feel like I’m alive»
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| Tonight, I’m gonna see my baby again
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| And that long haired girl will be smiling
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| When she sees me walkin' in
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| Well all right, she looks so good
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| That she just hasta be a sin
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| Tonight, I’m gonna see my baby again |