| What’s a nice girl like you
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| Doing in a place like this
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| If you walked through tha door
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| Is there any one thing you would miss
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| You might lose a little money
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| You might lose a little fame
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| But you could hold your head up When you see your mother again
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| What’s a nice girl like you
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| Doing in a place like this
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| When you stepped out the door
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| I didn’t think you’d go this far
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| I guess your pleased with yourself
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| You think you’re gonna be a star
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| You’re easy to look at, it’s the stock in your trade
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| But young angels will crash through the dreams that you made
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| What’s a woman like you
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| Doing in a place like this
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| Just like anybody you’ve got seven ways to hell
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| You can paint on that smile
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| You can spray on that smell
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| I can point out the way
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| I can show you the door
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| But the end of your rainbow
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| Is dragging on the floor
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| You got a llittle money
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| You got a llittle bit of fame
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| But if you had your time over
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| Would you do the same thing again
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| What’s a nice girl like you
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| Doing in a place like this
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| At the end of the night
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| Whe they ring on that bell
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| They turn on the lights
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| It doesn’t suit you so well
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| People know what you do It’s the name of the game
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| But there’s nowhere to run
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| And no-one to blame
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| What’s a nice girl like you
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| Doing in a place like this
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| What’s a nice girl like you
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| Doing in a place like this
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| What’s a nice girl like you
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| Doing in a place like this |