| Hey Charlie I’m pregnant and living on 9th Street
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| Right above a dirty bookstore off Euclid Avenue
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| And I stopped takin' dope and I quit drinkin' whiskey
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| And my old man plays the trombone and works out at the track
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| He says that he loves me even though it’s not his baby
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| He says that he’ll raise him up like he would his own son
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| And he gave me a ring that was worn by his mother
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| And he takes me out dancin' every Saturday night
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| Charlie I think about you when I pass the fillin' station
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| On account of all the grease you used to wear in your hair
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| And I still have that record of Little Anthony and the Imperials
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| But someone stole my record player, how do you like that?
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| Charlie I almost went crazy when Mario got busted
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| Went back to Omaha to live with my folks
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| And everyone I used to know was either dead or in prison
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| Came back to Minneapolis, this time I think I’m gonna stay
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| Charlie I think I’m happy, first time since my accident
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| I wish I had all that money we used to spend on dope
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| I’d buy me a used car lot and I wouldn’t sell anything
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| Drive me a different car every day dependin' on how I feel
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| Hey Charlie for chrissakes if you want to know the truth of it
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| I don’t have me a husband and he don’t play the trombone
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| Gotta borrow money to pay this lawyer and Charlie hey
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| I’ll be eligible for parole come Valentine’s Day |