| Ev’ry night she’s on the corner,
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| She’s got her business in the street.
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| Her smile may make you think that you can own her,
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| But that smile’s reserved for ev’ryone she sees.
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| Woman of the night, i’ve heard them call her,
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| But she’s still a woman when morning comes around.
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| She walks through the market as a lady
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| And she’s kinda nice to have around.
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| She’s a woman of the night and i love her,
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| Altho’her love, my silver doesn’t buy.
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| It’s worth the rain to have a little sunshine
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| And you laugh much louder when you learn to cry.
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| I’ve seen them pay for her affection,
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| But when morning comes, no one calls her name.
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| She wakes to find no sign of appreciation,
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| Still she isn’t wearing any shame.
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| She’s a woman of the night and i love her,
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| Altho’her love, my silver doesn’t buy.
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| It’s worth the rain to have a little sunshine
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| And you laugh much louder when you learn to cry.
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| She’s a woman of the night and i love her,
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| Altho’her love, my silver doesn’t buy.
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| It’s worth the rain to have a little sunshine
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| And you laugh much louder when you learn to cry.
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| She’s a woman of the night and i love her,
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| Altho’her love, my silver doesn’t buy. |