| On Jubilee street there was a girl named Bea
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| She had a history, but she had no past
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| When they shut her down the Russians moved in
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| Now I’m too scared, I’m too scared to even walk on past
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| She used to say:
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| All those good people down on Jubilee Street
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| They ought to practice what they preach
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| Here they ought to practice just what they preach
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| Those good people on Jubilee Street
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| And here I come up the hill
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| I’m pushing my own wheel of love
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| I got love in my tummy and a tiny little pain
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| And a ten ton catastrophe on a 60 pound chain
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| And I’m pushing my wheel of love on Jubilee Street
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| Ah
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| Look at me now
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| The problem was she had a little black book
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| And my name was written on every page
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| Well, a girl’s gotta make ends meet
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| Even down on Jubilee Street
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| I was out of place and time, and over the hill, and out of my mind
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| On Jubilee Street
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| I ought to practice what I preach
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| These days I go downtown in my tie and tails
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| I got a fetus on a leash
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| I am alone now, I am beyond recriminations
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| The curtains are shut, the furniture is gone
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| I’m transforming, I’m vibrating, I’m glowing
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| I’m flying, look at me now
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| I’m flying, look at me now |