| My old man is a bad man
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| But I can't deny the way he holds my hand
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| And he grabs me, he has me by my heart
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| He doesn't mind I have a Las Vegas past
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| He doesn't mind I have a LA crass
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| Way about me
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| He loves me
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| With every beat of his cocaine heart
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| Swimming pool glimmering darling
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| White bikini off with my red nail polish
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| Watch me in the swimming pool
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| Bright blue ripples,
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| You sittin' sippin' on your Black Cristal
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| Light of my life, fire of my loins
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| Be a good baby, do what I want
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| Light of my life, fire of my loins
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| Give me them gold coins, give me them coins
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| And I'm off to the races,
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| Cases of Bacardi chasers
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| Chasin' me all over town
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| 'Cause he knows I'm wasted,
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| Facin' time again at Rikers Island
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| And I won't get out
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| Because I'm crazy, baby,
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| I need you to come here and save me
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| I'm your little scarlet, starlet,
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| Singin' in the garden
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| Kiss me on my open mouth
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| Ready for you
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| My old man is a tough man
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| But he's got a soul as sweet as blood red jam
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| And he shows me,
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| He knows me
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| Every inch of my tar-black soul
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| He doesn't mind I have a flat broke-down life
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| In fact he says he thinks it's what he might like
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| About me,
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| Admires me,
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| The way I roll like a rolling stone
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| Likes to watch me in the glass room, bathroom, Chateau Marmont
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| Slippin' on my red dress, puttin' on my make-up
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| Glass room, perfume, cognac, lilac
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| Fumes, says it feels like heaven to him
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| Light of his life, fire of his loins
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| Keep me forever, tell me you own me
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| Light of your life, fire of your loins
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| Tell me you own me, give me them coins
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| And I'm off to the races,
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| Cases of Bacardi chasers
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| Chasin' me all over town
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| 'Cause he knows I'm wasted,
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| Facin' time again at Rikers Island
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| And I won't get out
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| Because I'm crazy, baby,
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| I need you to come here and save me
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| I'm your little scarlet, starlet,
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| Singin' in the garden
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| Kiss me on my open mouth
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| Yo I'm off to the races, laces
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| Leather on my waist is
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| Tight and I am fallin' down
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| I can see your face is shameless,
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| Cipriani's basement
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| Love you but I'm going down
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| God I'm so crazy, baby,
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| I'm sorry that I'm misbehaving
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| I'm your little harlot, starlet,
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| Queen of Coney Island
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| Raising hell all over town
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| Sorry 'bout it
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| My old man is a thief and I'm gonna stay and pray with him 'til the end
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| But I trust in the decision of the Lord to watch over us
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| Take him when he may, if he may
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| I'm not afraid to say
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| That I'd die without him
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| Who else is gonna put up with me this way?
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| I need you, I breathe you, I never leave you
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| They would rue the day I was alone without you
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| You're lyin' with your gold chain on,
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| Cigar hangin' from your lips
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| I said "Hon',
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| You never looked so beautiful as you do now, my man."
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| And we're off to the races, places
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| Ready, set, the gate is
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| Down and now we're goin' in
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| To Las Vegas chaos, Casino Oasis,
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| Honey, it is time to spin
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| Boy you're so crazy, baby,
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| I love you forever not maybe
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| You are my one true love,
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| You are my one true love
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| You are my one true love |