| One time love, take care how you use it
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| Try to make it last all night
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| And if you take your pick, be careful how you choose it
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| Sometimes its hard to feel it bite
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| Feel it bite
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| A man I know went down to Louisiana
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| Had himself a bad, bad fight
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| And when the sun peeked through
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| John Cameron with Suzanna
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| He kissed the whiskers, left and right
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| Whiskers
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| Now, now, now, fright subsides
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| Out at a hotel in the quarter
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| Our friends check in to pass the night
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| Now love gets hot, but fire preceded water
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| Poor whiskers set that room alight
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| Whiskers
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| Down on Bourbon street, you know it’s right
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| You can see my friend
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| They run around all through the night
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| Most everywhere
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| Until the closet’s bare
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| Run for the razor burn
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| Doin' up my hair
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| New Orleans queens
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| Sure know how to schmooze it
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| Maybe for some that seems alright
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| When I step out
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| Strut down with my sugar
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| She’d best not talk like Barry White!
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| One time love, take care how you use it
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| Try to make it last all night
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| And if you take your pick, be careful how you choose it
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| Sometimes its hard to feel it bite
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| Feel it bite |