| On a cross town bus in the city
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| I spied a lady all dressed in black
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| High heeled shoes and her dress cut loose
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| Her front was saggin' out on the rack
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| I believe, I believe
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| That the lady’s gonna bring me luck
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| I believe, I believe
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| That the lady’s gonna bring me luck
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| Driver, won’t you stop this crazy machine
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| And let my feet out and touch the ground
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| Got to lay me a line on the lady
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| Before she walks down the street too far
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| I believe, I believe
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| That the lady’s gonna bring me luck
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| I believe, I believe
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| That the lady’s gonna bring me luck
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| That’s right
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| Yes she has, yes she has
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| Watch me waking
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| I believe, I believe
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| That the lady’s gonna bring me luck
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| I believe, I believe
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| That the lady’s gonna bring me luck
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| I know she bring some luck |