| Stand here ev’ry night
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| I’m wearin' my number
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| But she said wear it
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| Touching up another fool
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| In a jukebox job downin' blues
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| In her leopard-skin anklehigh boots
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| While I’m jackin' off
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| Readin' Playboy on a hot afternoon, yeah
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| I’m a three-time loser
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| Caught it up in Monterey
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| Shook it up in East Virginia
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| Now my friends say it’s here to stay
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| Now listen
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| How dare you have a party
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| In a Chelsea basement, yeah
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| When the poor excited Jezebel said, «Come outside»
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| She felt me up and kissed my face
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| Put her dirty hands down in my pants
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| She took all of my money
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| Left me naked by the silvery moon
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| I’m a three-time loser
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| Caught it up in Monterey
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| Shook it up in East Virginia
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| Now my friends say it’s here to stay
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| Roll away, roll away, all of you women
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| I don’t think I need you anymore
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| There’ll be no more doctor’s bills
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| There’ll be no more swallowing pills
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| And I’ve found a woman
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| That can witness that in blood out of me
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| I’m a three-time loser
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| Caught it up in Monterey
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| Shook it up in East Virginia
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| Now my friends say it’s here to stay
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| I’m a three-time loser
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| Caught it up in Monterey
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| Shook it up in East Virginia
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| Now my friends say it’s here to stay |