| Liza was a lesbian who lived in the Bronx
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| She used to make me dinner when the winter’s were long
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| Liza packed a pistol and a train to St. John
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| A long Lincoln Continental took a boat near and far
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| We used to count stars while Mary tended bar
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| Liza’s long term lover Mary buried her last broad
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| Stuck her twice quick
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| With an ice pick
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| Workin' on the night shift
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| Then took flight in light
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| So bright it hurt her eyes
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| So she cursed the skies
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| Gripping her purse tight
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| Bursting through the night
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| With her hands washed clean
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| Of the murder scene
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| She moved To New York City
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| Hung with Hookers and fiends
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| Then one night she met Liza in the bar that she worked
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| Serving appetizers in a button down shirt
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| They got along and together liked high heels and short skirts
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| So Mary packed her bags and she became Liza’s bird
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| Then I saw less and less of Liza and the last that I heard of her Mary murdered
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| her
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| Roll the dice
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| Every soul’s gotta price
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| For a fene
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| While your teen
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| Do things you can’t believe
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| And kids in poverty
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| Pull tricks and robberies
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| So do what you gotta do to get off the streets
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| Jesse moved to Hollywood to take his great chance
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| With a dream in his heart And a blade in his pants
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| Jesse waited Tables at a fancy place on Robinson
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| One day the boss' daughter strutted in and spotted him
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| She said, 'hey little Cutie you’re a beauty follow me'
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| And took him to all the best parties in The city
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| Introduced to the new Producers on the scene
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| He did all he Could to get his face on the screen
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| Jesse learned how to slouch with his ass On the casting couch
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| And took it like a champ when they Passed him around
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| He read script after Script
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| And sucked a whole lot of dick
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| But the only films that Jesse ever made Were jack-off flicks
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| So one night he took The blade that he got from his pops
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| Dragged it across his throat and left a Note in the mailbox
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| Roll the dice
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| Every soul’s gotta price
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| For a fene
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| While your teen
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| Do things you Can’t believe
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| And kids in poverty
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| Pull tricks and robberies
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| So do what you gotta do to get off the streets
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| Roll the dice
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| Every soul’s gotta price
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| For a fene
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| While your teen
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| Do things you won’t believe
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| And kids in poverty
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| Pull tricks and Robberies
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| So do what you gotta do to get something to eat
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| Heidi wore a nightly when she worked on the Ave
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| And shiny black stilettos and a Red leather bag
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| Heidi took the dough up Front and went south
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| She would pick your Pocket with you dick in her mouth
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| After she left the trick broke
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| She’d hit Him up for a smoke
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| Then count her loot And go shoot some coke
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| She was cute As a button
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| Sweeter than a muffin
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| But Heidi slit your throat if you don’t pay For her loving
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| Me and Heidi first met
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| On Vine and Sunset
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| She was pourin' sweat Out the corvette
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| She looked at me and Cringed said
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| 'Hey you over there'
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| If You’ve got the syringe follow me and Ill Share
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| We went back to my room
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| And Used my harpoon
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| Noddin' off on the Couch watchin' cartoons
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| And when the Sun went down
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| She said Ill see ya Around
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| The last I heard of Heidi she had Moved outta town
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| Keepin' the place tidy For some high payin' fool
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| One night she Thought she was a fish, and drowned in The pool
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| Roll the dice, every soul’s gotta price
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| For a fene while your teen do things you can’t believe
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| And kids in poverty pull tricks and robberies, so do what you gotta do to get
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| something to eat
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| Roll the dice, every soul’s gotta price
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| For a fene while your teen do things you won’t believe
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| And kids in poverty pull tricks and robberies, so do what you gotta do to get
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| something to eat |