| Late last night I saw you doin' the street
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| Dodgin' the cops on the beat
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| It wasn’t necessary to know my name
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| Just to, take me home to play
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| Sidewalk Sally, crawlin' down the alley
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| On her hands and knees
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| Sidewalk Sally, knows what she’s sellin'
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| A little taste of apathy
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| Now the girl with the golden touch
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| ?? |
| short week, don’t cost much
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| I got the money honey, you got the bun
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| I’ll pay for your time, grab the money and run
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| Sidewalk Sally, crawlin' down the alley
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| On her hands and knees
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| Sidewalk Sally, knows what she’s sellin'
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| Apathy
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| She’s on the street again
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| Out on her path alone again
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| She can’t be late for the devil’s son
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| She looks scared, watch her run
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| So scared mama look at you run
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| Run run run, mama look at you run
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| Yow! |
| So scared mama look at you run
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| Run run run, mama, look at you run
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| Sidewalk Sally
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| Sidewalk Sally
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| Things were different, in the beginning
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| There was a future you were winning
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| But wear and tear, has started to show
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| The white lady, she won’t let you go
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| Sidewalk Sally, crawlin' in the alley
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| On her hands and knees
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| Sidewalk Sally, she knows what she’s sellin'
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| She’s shortchanged ya, with apathy
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| Sidewalk Sally
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| Sidewalk Sally |