| A stiletto scrapes the pavement
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| Leaving a red streak of paint
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| Breaks a sweat upon the sailors
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| To them she is a saint
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| Tattoo on the muscle
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| That says
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| in love forever i Shell take them and shell break them
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| Oh come hold me till I die.
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| Anarcoma, anarcoma, anarcoma
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| Theres a ladder in her nylons
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| Where we can climb up to the stars
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| Join a queue of borsalinos
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| As you bend over the bar
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| Tattoo on her muscle says
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| beware, behave, be mine
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| Shell eat them up for breakfast
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| One at a time
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| Anarcoma, anarcoma, anarcoma
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| Well come on if you need loving
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| Pirondelllo dont be shy
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| It just takes a little money
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| And well get there by and by For Ive got a little more
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| Than any other girl
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| You pay a little extra
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| For a trip around the world
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| And if the world is not enough
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| Then Ill take you to the sky
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| Put you in an armhold
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| Blacken both your eyes
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| For youll find no other woman
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| That will love you like I do Ill just open up the oven door
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| And leave the cooking up to you
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| Anarcoma, anarcoma, anarcoma
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| And she took me to her room
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| That had never seen the light
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| Those sheets had seen a legion
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| And she beat me up all night
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| And over morning coffee
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| She shook her black hair from its mess
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| Her lips a gash of lipstick
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| And she sucks a cigarette
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| Anarcoma, anarcoma, anarcoma
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| I could be yours
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| You could be mine
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| You could be mine |