| Her lips are made of silver
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| Her hips are cool and white
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| Ah the devil is in the barmaid
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| And Judas is by her side
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| She won’t give me no sweet lovin'
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| Her frigid bush
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| I can’t stop it from growin'
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| Ah the devil is in the barmaid
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| She thinks I’m not worth knowing
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| Ah the devil is in the barmaid
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| The devil is in the barmaid
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| She thinks I’m not worth knowing
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| Stay with me today
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| Even if you’re very far away
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| I’ve got no place to go until tomorrow
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| And my buddies they’ve all gone to what they do
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| And April came and left with thoughts of you
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| And I don’t mind sleeping with your ghost no, no, no
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| Not if there’s a pen and paper that I can borrow
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| And I’ve got no place to go until tomorrow
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| So don’t turn me down
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| If I ask you if you’ll stick around
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| I’ve got no place to go until tomorrow
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| All these rented rooms are moved between
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| See it’s been like this since our old king bed
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| And I don’t mind travelling with ghosts no, no, no
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| Not if there’s a good guitar that I can borrow
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| And I’m always free to be moving on tomorrow
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| And I’ve got no place to go until tomorrow |