| Baby, let’s get dressed up
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| I got two pairs of shoes
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| Darling, you look so beautiful
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| When your hair’s all hung in jewels
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| And sometimes I find it really hard to choose
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| Between a pair of black and a pair of brown shoes
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| When I’m high on bad wings
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| Up by the silvery moon
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| I think of a certain sad king
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| Trapped in his golden room
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| And I dream of a cold river on the way
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| To come and sweep that king into this black and brown bay
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| Well, the water looks like jewelry
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| When it’s coming out the spout
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| Nothing could make me feel better
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| Than a wet kiss on the mouth
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| Fake I.D.'s and honey bees
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| The jagged skyline of car keys
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| I never knew a bird could fly so low
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| Rub out the catlight
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| Rub out the village
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| Red and white exit light
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| That’s exodus damage
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| Why don’t people think of who they use?
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| Why don’t you try and come and get me
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| Black and brown blues
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| It’s raining triple sec in Tchula
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| And the radio plays «Crazy Train»
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| There’s a quadroon ball in the beehive
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| Hanging out in the rain
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| And when there’s trouble, I don’t like running
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| But I’m afraid I got more in common
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| With who I was than who I am becoming
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| When I go downtown
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| I always wear a corduroy suit
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| Because it’s made of a hundred gutters
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| That the rain can run right through
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| But a lonely man can’t make a move
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| If he can’t even bring himself to choose
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| Between a pair of black and a pair of brown shoes |