| We’re sharp as the suits
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| The boys wear
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| We’re as high as heels
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| On the palais stairs
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| Going out… tonight
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| Dressed to kill
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| And making like we’ve got money
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| And hoping not to pay the bill (bill
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| better boogie before the bill comes)
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| Well you can disco down almost any night
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| But it’s a hard life…(Take it easy) and it cuts you like a knife
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| You can disco down until the cows come home
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| But the louder the sound…
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| The more you feel alone (Wide boys running gypsy
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| free (we're just) living out a lifetime or a fantasy)
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| Well we’re — easy prey for the bouncer boys
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| All our sweet sweet nothings got lost in the noise
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| We’ve got a date, a date to make, a working day to forget
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| Another drink and just a one more cigarette
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| (Gimme) That’s the funny one and don’t forget me
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| Well you can disco down almost any night
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| But it’s a hard life…(Take it easy) and it cuts you like a knife
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| You can disco down until the cows come home
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| But the louder the sound (dada dadada da)
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| The more you feel alone
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| Takes time just a checking out the scene
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| Nothing like your Bogart in some glossy magazine
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| Ships in the night on a little cruise around the floor
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| Is this what it’s all about there must be more
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| Well the bass drum’s heavy
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| And the brass goes root toot toot
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| Everybody’s cool about the pool they shoot
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| We’re all (like/night) roses, so forlorn
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| Everybody’s ripped with their pass outs torn
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| We were chasing the land light
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| In our real life dreams
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| We make do with a mirrorball
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| And the same old scenes
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| But it was good, yes it was good
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| We even thought it could last
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| And if you can do it, really do it
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| You gotta do it, do it now and do it fast
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| Well you can disco down almost any night
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| But it’s a hard life…(Take it easy) and it cuts you like a knife
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| You can disco down until the cows come home
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| But the louder the sound
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| The more you feel alone |