| This here’s the story about Killer Joe
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| He’s a real bad cat, 'forget I told you so
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| Silk on the corners of his fancy threads
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| double breasted pin stripe coat top press
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| fast talkin' good looking flim flam jive
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| why he’s the kind o' cat that’ll make a dead man cry
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| so look out for Killer Joe!
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| Killer Joe — Killer Joe
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| Killer Joe — love dough
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| [Répéter)
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| Love of gold
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| Has made him very cold [Répéter Top)
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| I hit the big town an’he turned me roun'
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| He dazzled me with some pretty jive
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| prettier jive than I’ve ever heard from
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| any man alive
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| He called me «Baby,» 'n «Honey»
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| Messed wit m’head, tol' me he’d show me
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| a whole mess o’money
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| An' what did I get?
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| That’s somethin' I ain’t figured out yet
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| Each woman I meet is like a bead
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| that’s strung on a string
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| an' I wear 'em like I’m wearin' a necklace
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| Women love me, n’think lots of me
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| Really! |
| How can they be so reckless
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| I tell 'em in front, that I do love money
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| So — later on — then they won’t get funny
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| When I tighten up an' the scene gets heavy
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| times when I laugh they’re over,
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| now they’re gonna' feel a draf'
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| Tell y’truth, if y’mus know
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| Only thing can save y’is t’bring me lots o’dough
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| (Background)
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| Poor girl — Pity the hick
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| Poor girl — Man, is he slick
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| Poor girl — Pity the poor chick
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| Stars were peepin' low
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| An' man dud she have eyes for that Joe
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| 'N Joe was jivin' with all of his lies
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| She felt he must o’meant it
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| Boy, the chick was in f’some surprise
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| Yep! |
| 'N Joe ain' 'bout t’let 'er slide
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| Git’er t’flyin' high 'n wide
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| Then goof her carpet ride
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| She was cute, he had class
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| Y’knew he had 'er soon s’h
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| e made his pass
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| (Background)
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| (That's Joe!)
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| Big cities are jungles an' men’re like leopards
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| An' women are lost lambs who’ve
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| strayed from kep' herds
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| An' them leopards — are real wolves
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| Actin' jus' like shepherds
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| Look out! |
| Joe got his hook out
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| He’s lookin' so han’some
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| Guaranteed trouble
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| Y’think you c’n stan' some
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| He’ll furnish it double
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| So look out |