| Small town beauty baby
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| Would-be movie queen
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| In '47, it seemed like heaven
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| Time to take it overseas
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| She beat it to the island
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| Of rum, romance and dreams
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| But papa doc’s old choppin' block
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| Soon was gonna change the scene
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| Peering through the midnight vines
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| The pointed knives and the painted faces smile
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| Demon rum and beating drums
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| Untie the beast that’s been there all her life
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| And all the while…
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| Winding through the curves in a big convertible
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| Trying to hide her eyes from the haitian sun
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| But he left you cold in a blue eyed trance, girl
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| You better run now 'cause you gonna get no second chance
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| In port-au-prince
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| Crooked jet set livin'
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| With gold-toothed diplomats
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| Umbrella drinks, the whole thing stinks
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| Flipped a switch and that was that
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| Hey dark-hair yankee lady
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| Please to suivez-moi
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| I look into that big cat’s eyes and
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| I know what you come here for
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| Peering through the midnight vines…
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| Too bad little bettie
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| But know it’s time to leave
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| Your yankee clout has just run out
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| They’re gunnin' in the street
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| Crowded prop plane hummin'
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| Bound for nyc
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| The voodoo rite she saw that night
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| Baby how it set you free |