| Keep the faith child, whatcha say to me
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| Ah, let me tell ya what those pretty eyes can’t see
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| You’re carousin' over London town
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| You got some cheshire cats chasin' you around
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| Me, I’m sittin' on my window seat
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| I watch the ladies down on 42nd street
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| I’m a man of reputation
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| I would never steal your pride
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| I’m a man of obligation
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| I don’t need to hide
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| I’m sore for drinkin', oh its been so long
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| My nights seem endless and I’m really not that strong
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| And I can see you, have you in my sleep
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| But nightmares from the bottle, they ain’t hardly fit to keep, no
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| In my trials and tribulations
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| I have never been in doubt
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| I don’t feign intimidation
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| I can’t do without
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| So now I’m sittin', wearin' through my pants
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| Too much sufferin' and not enough romance
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| Now I’m hangin' from my window seat
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| Drool on the ladies down on 42nd street
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| I’m a man of reputation
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| I would never make you pay
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| I’m in need of some relations
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| Just can’t stand another day
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| I’m a man of consternation
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| I can’t stand to be alone
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| I’m a victim of temptation
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| You best not leave me on my own
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| You just might be sorry honey |