| powder your nose
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| pull off your panty hose
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| let me love you from behind
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| my darlin
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| powder your nose
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| pull on your panty hoes
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| we’re going down to my bow
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| my darlin
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| before the bell would ring
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| he had a way like era flynn
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| as he santered to the ring
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| with a sheet on
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| but the leg round scared the girl
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| heaven knows she thought the world
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| of lou, it was hard to see him sway
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| in the neon
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| joey was a noone
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| just some big dumb kid from flushin
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| he had a face like an ugly boy
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| always pouting
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| he hit louie kind of low
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| and he fummbled on the ropes
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| as the bookies blocked the rows
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| shouting
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| powder your nose
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| pull off your panty hose
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| let me love you from behind
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| my darlin
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| powder your nose
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| pull on your panty hoes
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| were going down to my bows
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| my darlin
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| the blows were hard and loud
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| he could hardly hear the crowd
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| in the bleechers where they hound
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| they were cheering
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| i remember in the eighth
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| it was clear that lou was fading
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| when soemthing caught his eye
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| by the ceiling
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| he saw her as she spoke
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| thru the shiffty yellow smoke
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| she said «louie you look bad,
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| like you’re dying»
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| but louie could not answer
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| his eyes were cast up to the rafters
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| and then they slowy sealed
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| in the silence
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| powder your nose
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| pull off your panty hoes
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| let me love you from behind
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| my darling
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| powder your nose
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| pull on your panty hoes
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| were going down to my bow
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| my darlin
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| Thanks to razvan |