| Karin was her real name
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| But she only listened when you called her Suzie
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| She’d been married twice and had two girls somewhere
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| She always said: «Life's just a game, you win or lose
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| But you will never know
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| How many rounds you’ve still to go»
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| Karin looked as old she was
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| When you saw her sitting in the darkest corner
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| When she spoke her voice cracked down to whiskey low
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| «Be nice and light my smoke, my sweet»
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| The same old trick all hookers seem to you
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| Before they’re asking for the booze
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| Because of the inflation of the money and her beauty
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| Her price remained the same year after year
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| The cocktails and the champagne she used to ask in younger days
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| Turned into an ordinary beer
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| And then one night it happened fast
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| A drunken sailor stumbled to her table
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| They made a deal and soon they went upstairs
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| He later on did not know why
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| He strangled her and screamed until they came
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| «It's me, on me is all the blame»
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| Because of the inflation of the money and her beauty
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| Her price remained the same year after year
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| The cocktails and the champagne she used to ask in young days
|
| Turned into an ordinary beer
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| Because of the inflation of the money and her beauty
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| Her price remained the same year after year
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| The cocktails and the champagne she used to ask in young days
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| Turned into an ordinary beer |