| She ain’t as beautiful as me, but she’s as beautiful as she can be
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| She ain’t as cold as she want but she wants it to boil
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| She ain’t as cold as she can be, don’t you see
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| It takes a fast mind to figure out, what’s on this whole earth this is all about
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| Let 'em ride for a while, let 'em wonder, oh
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| Why it takes a faster, faster, faster mind to figure out how
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| She’s got a bent belt by her side
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| She’s got that donkey paralyzed
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| She’s got a cold inner wind and a ware full of sins
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| She’s got a garagedoor where you’ve got lies
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| She’s got a lifeline by her side
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| She’s got a woman paralyzed
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| She’s got a much elder husband than god’s son himself
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| She’s got a bagage full of hope and knives
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| Na! |
| Get down!
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| She’s selling basses down a 'backstreet stair'
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| Just down the alley where there’s nothin' but air
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| And the birds took brake, 'round 1968
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| She’s selling basses in a 'backstreet stair'
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| She took me down when just couldn’t get ahead
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| She took my soul when I choosed laughter instead
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| Let me ride for a while let me wonder, oh
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| How it takes a faster, faster, faster mind to figure out how
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| She’s got a bent belt' |