| You gentlemen can watch while I’m scrubbin' the floors
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| And I’m scrubbin' the floors while you’re gawkin'
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| And maybe once you tip me and it makes you feel swell
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| On a ratty waterfront in a ratty old hotel
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| And you never guess to who you’re talkin'
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| You never guess to who you are talkin'
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| Suddenly one night, there’s a scream in the night
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| And you wonder, «What could that a-been?»
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| And you see me kinda grinnin' while I’m scrubbin'
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| And you wonder, «What's she got to grin?»
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| And a ship, a black freighter
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| With a skull on its masthead
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| Will be comin' in
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| You gentlemen can say, «Hey girl, finish th floors
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| Get upstairs, make the bds, earn your keep here!»
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| You toss me your tips and look out at the ships
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| But I’m countin' your heads while I make up the beds
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| 'Cause there’s nobody gonna sleep here
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| Tonight none of you will sleep here
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| Then that night there’s a bang in the night
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| And you yell, «Who's that kickin' up a row?»
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| And you see me kinda starin' out the winda
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| And you say, «What's she got to stare at now?»
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| And a ship, the black freighter
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| Turns around in the harbor
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| Shootin' guns from the bow |